Though the path split to the north, she took the weathered stride, aware of the ancient whispers woven into every faded step.
“Trace the spiral labyrinthics,” murmured a voice not quite of this world, beckoning with a hand unseen.
Somewhere beneath the visible world, corridors stretch endlessly, marked not by walls, but by the absence of light.
Navigate the murmuring void and seek beyond echo and the unspoken whispered code.