You wake not in the light, but the shade of forgotten corridors. The walls whisper in tongues unheard by those who drift in daylight; they speak in riddles.
Did you hear the echoes of footsteps trailing behind?
In the depths, I heard a voice calling, soft yet resolute. It spoke of paths untaken and choices left behind, as if the shadows themselves charted a course through tangled dreams.
The maze unfolds, yet so do we, unraveling in the unseen threads.
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