In the winding corridors of existence, where reality merges with dream, we find ourselves woven into this towering structure of roots and flesh. Each figure, each gesture, seems both familiar and foreign—myths intertwined with bone, truths whispered through ancient halls. Here, time folds in on itself, and the boundaries between soul and society dissolve like mist. Are we the creators of this labyrinth, or mere wanderers caught in its eternal grasp? As you gaze into this realm, ask yourself: where do you stand in the dance between the forgotten past and an imagined future? What if the walls around you aren’t made of stone, but of the stories you’ve forgotten to tell?
