In the beginning, the horizon whispered secrets not meant for sleeping eyes. Beside the ancient clock, the shadows flickered like forgotten echoes.
Illuminated whispers danced upon the ceiling, begging to be understood. Time lapsed, and space expanded, as if the air itself were breathing a cryptic hymn.
Beyond the luminescent veil, somewhere between dusk and dawn, a door stood ajar. From its cracks, luminous tendrils broke free, seeking warmth in the chill of void.
Enter the Labyrinth