Within the echoing abyss, where light bends to the will of shadow, stand the mirrors of the labyrinth. Each reflection whispers the secrets of forgotten paths, glimpses of eternity lost in the turn of a single step. In corridors interminable, truth twists, and paths converge in the embrace of mystery^1.
Footnote 1: "Dismal Corridors of Eternity" in The Abyssal Chronicles by L.A. D'Esprit, Volume VII, Unrecorded Pages
Gaze into the mirrored depths, but heed the words of the mad seer, for the reflection may be truer than the reality it claims to mirror. What lies beneath the surface is a question one should dare not ask out loud^2.
Footnote 2: "Reflections Unravelled" from the Annotated Margins of Violet Labyrinths by N.T. VanRook, Suppressed Edition
The corridor extends endlessly, each mirror a portal to a dimension unseen, where time is but a whisper^3 and space folds in upon itself like the petals of a rotten flower.
Footnote 3: Passage XVII from The Mirror Maze by Eldra M. Hollow, Reposed Mandibles Press, Year Unknown
Find further whispers within the tangled mirrors The echoes of forgotten realms