The Labyrinth Seeker

Within the silent corridors of my mind, there are paths unseen, twisting labyrinths where deja vu dances like a fading echo. I walk these paths with the weight of knowing, yet unknowing— each turn familiar, yet marked by footprints not my own.

The spider sits above, a guardian of threads spun from twilight. Webs shimmering with the dew of untouched dawns, capturing whispers of thoughts that once were, or perhaps, are yet to be unspun in the light of day.

In the quietude, I hear the silent patter of countless steps, a procession of dreamers seeking the center of their own maze. Each path a choice, a mirror, a reflection of self in shadow. We move forward, always forward, only to find...

...the momentary stillness of the web, holding its breath, waiting for a touch, a moment of realization, a tether to the now. Have we crossed this way before? The answer lies within the spin of the spider's web, intricately woven, undeniably present.