In the vast silence of the eternal dusk, the echoes of footsteps weave a tapestry of choices untaken. Each choice a doorway, each doorway a whisper. Here, where shadows dance on the cusp of light, we find the maze of the heart.
The whispers call, sweet as the moonlit breeze, a siren's serenade within the labyrinth. Will you dance down the corridors where dreams linger? Will you unlock the echoes to find your own reflection?
Down a hall of daydreams
Across the sea of echoes
Through a mirror of whispers