They say the true symphony is found in the spaces unoccupied by sound, the melody where absence itself plays the note so tenderly.
Wandering through veiled corridors, the mind finds its rhythm—directed not by the mind, but guided by the heart’s quiet compass.
Each corner turned is a reflection, each void a mirror— building hidden realms within the passages of introspection.
Secrets flourish, curating stories in their wake, scintillating tapestries weaved through the tapestry of time.
And thus, the labyrinth navigates itself through us, leaving footsteps unbeknownst to all but the unseen. The final truth is not that which we seek, but that which silently confirms our questing souls.