In the husk of shadows beyond the lingering mist, tread softly where the ground slips into whispers. Yet beware the silent steps that lead you... nowhere.
Seek the hidden lantern where the sun forgets to rise, and count the flickers thrice before turning to the left. Remember, the walls here listen, but never speak.
In the realm of forgotten echoes, the clock tolls no hour. Stand beneath it at midnight, and listen for a melody that is lost to time. Do not follow it, for it will lead you astray.
The door is always ajar, its hinges rusted by secrets untold. Push with a gentle heart, and let not the creak disturb the slumber of the ancient tomes. Turn back if you hear their voices.
Above, where the ceiling meets the floor of the skies, a mirror reflects what should not be seen. Stare into it deeply, until your gaze shatters and you fall through. Fall deeper.
The labyrinth has no end, but its echoes are eternal. Feel free to lose yourself, for in losing oneself, one finds the silence that speaks.