Once, in the heart of the maze, a child found a key, silent as a scream, bright as the moon. It opened paths unseen.
Through shadowy halls, echoes of laughter faded. Was it a game? Or a journey? Paths twisted, turned, and vanished like dreams.
Stay close, stay brave. Doors creaked, revealing worlds within worlds, yet some were closed forevermore.
Hidden Gates Things Lost Glimmers