In the shadows, the whispering walls of the maze pulse with a secret breath.
Passageways twist in unforeseen directions, where a single breath becomes a cacophony of sound, circles within circles, spirals lost within the fractals of invisibility. Each step is reverberated through a prism—a kaleidoscope of desires, fears, and forgotten echoes.
Beneath the surface of perception, unseen currents of places missed, of things unsaid, cover the ground. Only in the dark do they reveal themselves, those electric tendrils chasing the light that is too proud to vanish.
As pathways weave into themselves, a fear of the unseen grows—only the brave step forth to let the is and isn't guide them. Invisible threads, spider-silk strong, connect every rogue stone, labyrinth bows not to the seen but to the unseen.
Listen: the echoes now split the silence, fractals in gentle bloom. There lie myriads of doorways sealed away in daylight—open them with touch alone, and you shall fall into the infinite again.