A whisper on the cosmic wind declares an enigma: the maze is not static. It is a shifting entity, bending through dimensions that defy known geometry. Those who venture there report back with fragments of knowledge, scattered like stars.
Within the vast nightscape, a grand architecture prevails—a labyrinth woven from both light and shadow. Its corridors appear to stretch forever, interlaced with artifacts of an aged civilization.
Each entry point, a hidden door in the tapestry of space, is guarded by beings of sentient light, shimmering with the memory of forgotten ages. These sentinels, known as Lumenids, possess a language of luminescence that speaks to the heart of the observer.
The maze reveals not all of its secrets to the casual traveler. Only those who study the intricate patterns of its doorways find the true path, a journey inscribed on the periphery of consciousness.