Ever wondered what a whisper sounds like in an endless hallway? Not that you can hear anything.
Breathe in deeply, and then let the air escape. It's not just an inhale/exhale, it's a symphony of silence.
Did you see the door back there? Or was it just a figment, a flicker in the peripheral reality?
Between the walls, in the corners where nobody looks, lies the heart of the labyrinth.
Whispers echo down these corridors, sometimes answering your thoughts, sometimes leaving you in a loop.
Perhaps a voice from nowhere, saying, "turn left, go right," but you can't recall who said it.
What was this room again? Something from a dream? A shadow from a past yet to happen?
Feeling adventurous? Explore the sub-basements.
Or perhaps you'd like to listen? The place that never had a name.
Start again...