The silence speaks in whispers, echoing through the spiral corridors of forgotten thoughts. A loop, a cycle, a journey inward, retracing steps once abandoned.

Here, time is both a friend and foe, unraveling slowly, yet grasping tightly the threads of dreams. What once was distant, now unfolds in the shadows.

Listen closely, beneath the whir of eternity, lies the question: who spirals, and who listens?

Embark on another path: ../labyrinth/echo.html

Find solace in the unknown: /portal/entry.html