In the corridors of night, where shadows play tricks upon the eyes,
listen closely, for the walls possess conversations too quiet to grasp.
Dreams weave paths through twilight's maze, revealing the unseen,
whispering secrets only the stars can decode.
The labyrinth knows not where it leads, nor cares for those who wander.
Echoes of laughter, cries, and mellifluous songs drown in the silence.
Each path diverging, converging, a circle chasing its own tail in
spiraled midnight, unfurling like petals of a long-forgotten dream.