Within a maze crafted of puzzles, every reflection brings forth a question. The walls echo shadows that neither follow nor stay true. Consider the hall where...
Mirrors, aligning with...
"Reflections are lies spoken to truth, in need of no witnesses..."
In the labyrinth of plain and mirror, forward becomes so...
Are you the one who weaves through ghosts, like trails of starlit fog? Beyond the spiral paths, the doors whisper of hidden passages leading to Glayr Triangle. Meanwhile, another corridor scents of sandalwood, possibly guiding towards the Enchanted Overpass.
"Winds do not care about destinations, only of tales whispered in haste..."