The Labyrinth of Reversed Doors
The air grew thick with the scent of molten whispers and shadows leaning too close. Tread carefully, for each footfall echoes through twisting corridors of the forgotten, where the past is but a flicker of the future's ominous gaze.
Elara stood before the first doorway, mesmerized by its ethereal glow. A door that, when entered, would lead back to where you began, yet she felt the pull of its threshold, an inexplicable urge to discover what lay on the other side. The handle cool and solid, she turned it.
Beyond, she heard the whispered lament of voices, a haunting melody swimming through the static of reality. In the heart of this maze, all sense of direction ebbed, leaving her to wander deeper into the embrace of the unknown. Did she hear her name being called, or was it merely an echo crafted from the moonlight and shadows?