Within the stony corridors of ages past, one hears the murmurs of forgotten realms. These echoes do not merely reverberate; they narrate, whispering tales of worlds unseen and truths half-remembered. When the labyrinth yawns open, it invites the seeker, the dreamer, to traverse its sinews. Here, history is not linear—it coils and loops, creating a tapestry woven with threads of time.
"Here, the ancients spoke of the sun that never set, a myth their children still believe," murmurs a voice from the shadows.
"In the silence, one finds the clock of eternity ticking backward, unraveling what was and will be," echoes another, softer and distant.
As you meander through these passageways, remember: the whispers guide as much as they deceive. The corridors are lined with relics etched with scripts of the unknown—symbols that breathe life into the riddles of existence.
For those who have ventured here, the echoes serve as both a blessing and a curse—a reminder of journeys once undertaken.
Explore further into the maze, or perhaps read the tales narrated by these ancient voices.