The labyrinth breathes, these walls made of unnamed gestures; they coil like dreams long past. Somewhere in this confusion, patterns emerge — a strange resolve unravels.

Here, in chambers where light floats like thought, a path wends. It calls not with sound but with the secret language of stars. An unheard symphony plays in silence.

Thirteen echoes wait inside a broken clock, hearts shifting sidestep, undone and rearranged.

Navigate the lingering dusk -- the starlit echoes whisper, every breath another turning page, revealing absences hidden in the strangest caverns of your heart.

Beyond, whispers, curious and arcane, trace melodies drawn in forgotten seas, where words slip through fingers like silken threads spun into endless corridors.