In the labyrinth of whispers—choices woven like gossamer strands.
You find the silver thread and the golden thread, endlessly repeating.
Choose and choose again, through a doorway of faded echoes.
Step through the echo.
Time bends and unfolds, spirals and loops, a Möbius dream.
The choices echo back upon themselves, whispering secrets untold.—
Find yourself within these threads undefined and unfurling.
Enter the dreamscape.