Within the labyrinth of my soul, echoes linger like ghosts that refuse to depart. Each corridor, a memory twisted in its hue, each turn whispers secrets wrapped in shadows. I wander, a stranger to dreams I once held dear, the pulse of the maze synchronizing with the rhythm of my silent pleas.
I reach for walls that breathe, exhaling stories into the dim light. Paths fork into destinies unseen, and every choice is a mirror reflecting the labyrinth's endless embrace. Yet, within the darker realms, I find solace in a journey that knows no end nor beginning, only the heartbeat of something greater than the self.
Sometimes, I think I hear laughter—a fleeting sound that dances away as quickly as it arrives. Or perhaps it's sorrow's song, weaving through the stony passages. Those songs have no words, just a melody spun from longing and the threads of time. Do they call me onward or anchor me to the place I now call home?
Further into the abyss