In the quiet corners of the mind, thoughts are softly whisked away, leaving trails of silver in their wake. These ephemeral musings dance in the void, whispering secrets only the heart dares understand. It is within this labyrinth that we lose ourselves, yet find the essence of our deepest reflections.
Every turn, every corner, brings forth a new revelation—an echo of a memory that never was, a glimpse of a future that might be. The path is winding and uncertain, yet it is the journey that matters, not the destination.
"In the book of shadows,* one discovers the truth etched upon the winds." — Anonymous
Another step leads us to the unknown, where musings from non-existent tomes linger like ghosts, awaiting recognition. The labyrinth holds them as guardians of forgotten wisdom, reminding us of what we choose to forget, and what we must remember.