The gentle whisper of choice flickers in the air like a moth around a flame.
Which path do you walk when the maze of decisions stretches endlessly before you?
The corridors echo with the footsteps of those who walked before, shadows of paths taken and paths forsaken.
The first choice echoes a familiar tune, a journey through the heart of familiar streets.
Discoveries of the Local StreetsYet another path diverges, where the rain-soaked tiles reflect memories yet to be made.
Rain-Soaked Tiles of TomorrowThe walls of this maze sometimes whisper secrets only understood by the heart.
Echoes of the Heart's Secrets