The darkness whispers to the endless switchbacks and

deptless pits, in the Maze that is my soul.

Spreading out around me, empty gray gothic walls

ecco with tarnished light. Within my Center stands a broken crystaline ring,

filtering the remaining light.

Weak shards glint off the floor illuminating the Desolate halls.

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