In the heart of the maze, where words echo like the steps of ancient lovers, lies the glyph of your longing. Rotate it thrice and watch the secrets unfold, each turn a whisper, each pause a heartbeat.
Have you wandered far enough to find the truth beneath the lines, written by hands unseen yet deeply known? Paths twist beneath the surface, unseen, felt only by the soul's gentle touch. Turn further, or embrace the imbalance of fate.