Paths once walked, now ghosts beneath our feet. Shadows trace our steps, unseen until the sun dips below the horizon.
Sitting alone in an eternal echo, the clock ticks without meaning. A regal silence swells, and in it, the soul introspects. In corridors void of end, decisions linger like relics of forgotten lore.
Here, in the labyrinth, each turn a mirror reflecting something other than self. Ravaged by the relentless flow of time, what remains constant?
The past whispers secrets the future steals. Listen closely, the unheard symphony of ages entangles itself in the web of existence. We chase the unseen in circles, only to find ourselves in starlit mazes.