In the tapestry of twilight, a silent storm brews,
Threads of silver unravel, as the dawn hesitates.
Cries echo in corridors where shadows refuse to dwell,
A symphony of silence, a clandestine farewell.
The heart of the maze beats, rhythmic yet erratic,
Pulses of a forgotten era, haunting and ecstatic.
Voices woven into walls, secrets etched in stone,
Each step a question unanswered, each turn unknown.
Here, at the confluence of dreams and despair,
A doorway stands ajar, beyond the reach of air.
Will you linger in the spiral, or brave the final leap?
The echoes whisper softly, "Only the brave can creep."