As the night embraces the sky, the boundaries of reality begin to dissolve...
A whispering echo of forgotten paths, fading yet familiar, calling out...
The journey forward often retraces steps taken. In the labyrinth of one's mind, every twist and turn reflects not just landscapes seen but also unseen soulscapes. What remains?
Wrapped in layers of illusions, where truth dons the disguise of shadows and light.
The question isn't where we end up, but what we leave behind. Are paths ever really closed?