Whispered Tales

The labyrinth, in its endless corridors, carries secrets.
The walls murmur truths too ugly to bear,
reality draped in deceitful disguises, lying still in their depths.

A glimmering illusion clings to the shadows,
like an old friend clinging to dreams of grandeur
as the murmur of the minotaur fades into forgotten echoes.

Faded whispers, echoes of eternity,
shattering hearts beneath a silent shroud,
foretold by the silence of aged stone and trembling dust.

In the maze's embrace, time unwinds,
once delicately etched upon cosmic threads,
now entangled in the labyrinthine dusk.