The hallways are never-ending, and the whispers in the walls seem to echo forgotten secrets. Every turn you make, another yawns open, an invitation or a trap; it's hard to tell. Sometimes, you catch a shadow out of the corner of your eye, a flicker in the fading light. Do you dare follow it?
A lone lantern swings above you, its light casting strange shapes that dance on the stone. There's a rhythm to it, almost musical, and it makes you wonder if the maze has a mind of its own. You pause, listen, breathe in the cool air heavy with the scent of old books and secrets.
Paths branch off, some leading nowhere, some opening into vast, echoing chambers. You find yourself retracing steps, only to discover new markings in the dust, a message perhaps, left by another wanderer. Or maybe, it’s just a trick of the light.
Here's a thought: someday you'll find the way out, or perhaps you'll decide there’s no need. This labyrinth is a part of you now, just as you are of it. The shadows and lights will fade, but the memory of this place, this moment, will linger on.