The Path of Ripples

In the shadows, whispers weave through the air, a tapestry of dark intentions.
They speak of ancient channels, paths worn by secrets that ripple through time.
Beware the unseen currents, the fingers that trace the outlines of fate.

Do you hear the echoes of the past, vibrating beneath the surface?
Listen closely, for the walls have ears, and they will tell you of the places you should not go.
Trust not the light, for it is a lure, drawing you deeper into the labyrinthine web.