In the silence of the night, when shadows whisper their secrets, I walked alone. Every step echoed in the void, a reminder of paths untaken and choices unmade. Echo
Each corridor is lined with mirrors, warped and cracked, reflecting not who I am, but who I fear I might become. The ugliest truth is hidden here, behind veils of illusion and dreams long abandoned.
I see glimpses of myself in these mirrors, distorted figures that do not recognize their own faces. I linger longer than I should, afraid to confront the figure staring back at me. Shadows
The walls of this maze hold the scent of lost nostalgia and faded grief, an aroma that clings to thoughts like smoke to the air. Do you dare enter, seeking what you do not wish to find?
Sometimes, the whispers in the maze tell stories of what-ifs and maybes, tales of a life lived differently. I listen, though I know the endings are always the same. Choices
There are no exits here, only entrances to deeper darkness. Yet, in this obscured maze, perhaps the true entrance is to oneself, to the heart's quiet honesty.