Dusk settled over the town, splintering the horizon into a kaleidoscope of fading colors. Alice wandered through the narrow alleys, her path illuminated by the ghostly remnants of the sun.
Each corner she turned whispered secrets of a time unspoken, memories tangled in vines that twinkled like the stars just out of reach. She picked at these strands, unraveling stories forgotten by the world.
Once, in her idle reverie, she stumbled upon a fading mural, colors muted and bleeding into one another. It depicted a maze, sprawling and intricate. A note pinned beside it read:
"The one who weaves through the maze will uncover truths within their shadows."
Determined, Alice began traversing the maze within the mural, stepping into the paths marked only by the houses that leaned curiously toward her.