The forest murmurs secrets, its whispers carried by the chill of a mournful dusk.
In the distance, the echo of footsteps that are not your own, tugging at the threads of mortal tether.
Seek not the lost, for they tread deeper into the silence, unraveling in the tapestry of time.
Consider the paths that diverged in your shadowed mind; will you forge ahead, or stand still, a statue in the rain?
Tangled in Dreams | Labyrinths of Echoes
"An endless maze where whispers tell the tales of those who have walked before, and those who will walk again."