In the shadow's embrace, where whispers curl, the clockwork mind dreams an intricate dance. Gears of fate twist in the velvet night, echoing softly through the corridors of the void.
A flicker, a whisper... the sound of thoughts untethered, drifting like autumn leaves lost in a silent storm. Beneath the labyrinth's surface, the ancient murmur stirs, a song of forgotten hymns, and echoes of laughter unheard.
Are you but a shadow, cast by the light of a burning question? Or the reflection of an answer yet to be discovered?
Traverse these murmurs, let the clockwork guide you as you listen to the heart of the labyrinth beat beneath the surface.