In the depth of the maze, where light dared not to wander, an echo found itself.
It danced through corridors of forgotten whispers, past shadows that linger
only in tales of yesterday. Every footfall a story untold, every sigh a
breath held in the pause of eternity.
The corridors reach on, like dreams sketched on mist. You walk, and the
reverberations guide your steps, a gentle pull towards the center of
all things. What is found there? Only reflections and refrains,
mirroring the soul's silent refrain.