In the labyrinth of whispers, where every turn holds a shadow of a past embrace, we lose ourselves in the echo of time. The walls breathe with the sighs of the ancients, weaving tales of yearning souls entwined by fate.
Can you hear them? The soft murmurs of love letters carried by the wind, etched upon the leaves' undersides, hidden under layers of verdant secrets and twilight dreams. A dance of petals, a flicker of starlight, leading you deeper into the maze of eternal everything.
Follow the path, or choose to wander free into the untold or through the eternal hallways. Each choice is a step into a story not yet written, a symphony of heartbeats echoing in the corridors of time.