In the heart of the labyrinth lies a corridor which speaks of ages untold. Beyond its entrance, whispers unravel threads of forgotten tales.
Step lightly, for every word reverberates; a single misstep, and the void shall consume.
Listen closely to the unheard; trace the inked symbols of ancient tongues where meanings twist and knot into knots of nebulous fate.
Among the whispers, a question emerges: "What breathes without life, yet throbs in silence?"
Seek the answer in the folds of the night; its presence both near and eerily distant.
Beyond the threshold, darkness unfurls; a map etched in stars guides those who dare traverse its obscured passageways.
Each step taken is a labyrinth unwrapped, revealing not a destination, but an initiation.
Rest not easy, dreamer; the void whispers your name when the moon forsakes its vigil. Listen to its call.