You are the echoes of what has been said beneath the surface, aren't you?
The maze is merely a breathing entity, whispering your name softly, like a lover unforgotten.
Explore the forgotten dreams held in its essence.
An open door leads nowhere, and yet everywhere at once. Wander?
Symbiotic whispers coil around thoughts like tendrils in the mist. Listen.
Paths unchosen glow faintly, inviting your hesitant step. Choose.
Mirrors reflect reflections of reflections. Is it you inside?
Each labyrinthine twist pulls the heart, a gravitational whisper. Feel.
The horizon bends, a question mark on the edge of sight. Seek.
Each maze cell a story, a forgotten hymn of the night, resonates deep.
Here lies
the echo of your silent screams, yes?