In the echo of whispering corridors,
shadows dance upon the walls,
a silent maze of untold stories.

Each turn, a choice unmade, an unsung song,
threading through the needle's eye,
where paths fork into eternal spirals.

Beyond the walls, a garden of riddles grows,
petals of answers that wither in the sun,
and the moonbeams weave tapestries of doubt.

Lost among lines of ancient script,
the labyrinth whispers softly,
"To solve is to know, to know is to wander."

Embrace the Infinite
Hear the Echoes