Echoes whisper across the velvety black, the kind that tickle the timid edges of sanity.
What remains in the corridors of thought, if not the phantom of oneself, wandering endlessly?
Beyond these walls, labyrinths await. Will you dare traverse them? Beware the Cobweb
Choices become whispers in twilight tongues, leading one astray. Enter a Forgotten Path
The corridors whisper secrets they've seen and refuse to say. They've become part of the maze.