The Right Turn

Within the twisting corridors of yesterday's dreams, where whispers become echoes, and echoes illuminate the nonsensical paths ahead. Behold the energy! The vibrant, pulsating chaos that dances like flickering fireflies over an endless canvas of unmade choices. A path, a direction, a beckoning call—will you heed the siren song of the right turn?

There's no map here, no guide to the familiar. Only the rhythm of the journey, the joyous bounce of footfalls against ancient stone, as though the very ground delights in your passage. Turn right. Turn right again. But what is right, if not a question that demands an answer from the labyrinth itself? Each step ignites a thought suspended in amber, captured yet fleeting.

The horizon shimmers, reality bends, and the doorway to possibility opens like a flower in bloom.