In the shadows of forgotten corridors, where silence speaks in ancient tongues, lies the truth wrapped in riddles.
Glimmers of understanding:
We wander, seeking answers in the maze, yet the reflection reveals us, not as seekers, but as shadows of our past selves.
Each turn whispers a secret, each corner an echo of what once was.
The glyphs, like forgotten memories, tell stories not of what will come, but what has always been.