Inner Whispers from the Void

The whispers tell of an ancient maze, hidden in plain sight. Each turn holds a story untold, beckoning those willing to listen to truths long forgotten. The echo of a voice, muted and distant, guides the lost.

In the center of the maze lies a mirror, not of glass but of water. Here, one sees not the reflection of one's self, but the shadow of what once was and what could still be. Dreams and nightmares intermingle in its depths.

Navigation is not of the compass or the stars, but through the whispers that sing the secrets of the labyrinth. Trust not in sight, for the true path is one unseen and unfelt, a journey inward more than an outward exploration.

Lurking in the walls of the maze, cryptic symbols dance in the flickering light. Each glyph holds a story, a fragment of forgotten lore, whispers of the void that speak of beginnings and endings, of what was and what never came to pass.