In the midst of the silence, a whisper echoes... Shadows dance upon pathways unseen, where the footfalls of ancients linger in the mist.
Gaze upon the void here, where the echoes of forgotten dreams converge. Only fragments remain, mere shadows of history's tapestry.
Lost amidst the corridors of thought, a poem emerges:
Follow the paths of golden light,
where each step unveils a secret
woven in the fabric of night.
Beware the turn, the twist, the bend,
for every choice unwinds the thread
until the labyrinth finds its end.
Venture deeper into the void, where the past entwines with the nascent dawn and the truth lies dormant, waiting to be unearthed.
For in each turn lies a choice, for in each choice a ghost,
unspokens lost in the labyrinth of our making.