The corridors stretch into eternity, wrapped in the whispers of a forgotten song. Her footsteps echo eerily, a duet with the void.
Sara had followed the hymn for as long as she could remember, its notes tracing paths she could never discern but always recognized. There is no ending here, only beginnings hidden in silence.
Down another passage, she uncovers a door half-ajar. A muffled voice spills into the hallway. "Remember the first, obscured by shadow," it beckons.
Turning back would mean losing the melody that guides her—a haunting chorus of silence and wind. The door feels like a portal to something else, or perhaps a trap set within the hymn's eternal cadence.
In the distance, the tune grows softer, more wistful, and the walls seem to pulse with the rhythm of something unseen. She moves deeper, her heart synchronized with the silent hymn.
"Lay the first stone, build tomorrow's bridge," whispers the void, intertwining with her thoughts. The request is familiar, though its purpose escapes her.
Echoes of the Maze