In the heart of the labyrinth, you will find whispers that echo through the corridors of forgotten choices. Listen closely, for these echoes hold the key to paths untaken, decisions unmade. They call softly, urging you to reconsider the pathways of your own making. Step quietly.
The whispers, subtle and persistent, weave through the maze of walls, persuading, convincing, enticing you to abandon the known for the unknown. Their voices are both familiar and strange, as if speaking in a language half-remembered. Follow their call.
But beware, for not all echoes wish to guide. Some will lead you astray, down corridors of decay, where time erodes the very fabric of certainty. In these shadows, the whispers grow faint, yet their murmurs remain, haunting your every step. Discover the whispers.