The moonlit language of the stones
speaks through a thousand mouths, each a corridor of its own, leading to realms where whispers turn to symphonies of silence. Here, the labyrinth offers its secret to those willing to tread lightly, among the 𓂀 ✧ and the ☽♦︎. Visions of alabaster towers rise above, crumbling under the weight of their own magnificence, their mirage-like forms dissolving into mist as quickly as they are born. Time, that fickle artisan, carves and etches upon the soul of this place, leaving trails of luminescent dust. Venture forth, and you may uncover the truth hidden behind the curtain of shadows, a revelation that dances like candlelight upon the periphery of your understanding: