Thoughts meander through labyrinthine corridors, dissipating before they reach the threshold—an unwelcome descent into the uninhabited hollows. All around, whispered secrets suspended in the ether, casting shadows that whisper your name with each fleeting passage.

Mirages erode, effervescent beneath the waning sun, chased by specters seeking forgotten oaths—the echoes of which clamor against faint sandstone facades.

A passage...
Speak now, your voice entwined with spectral vine, tunneled beneath loam and dust—feathers stirring once-crestfallen tapestries, now mere spectral silhouettes.

"Where do these lead?" asks the shadow conversant, untangling the yarn threads where stories wove threads dreamlike across an ancient loom soaked in moonlit torrents.

Is there a destination? Or merely this endless spiral? Myriad doorways concealed among the wanderer's footfalls, leading ever inward where broken voices meld in chaotic harmony.