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Hi there traveler!



Don't you hate getting lost in spaces where the corridors keep folding into themselves?

Where every wall murmurs with memory and the air is thick with the residue of time?



You want to flee, don't you?



Don't you know, you'll be swallowed whole by the echoes?



Remember, a sorcerer never flees.

They press their ear against the stone and listen to it's whispers, feeling the pulse that hums beneath mortar and bone.



You have to resonate with it, traveler.



Don't try to fight it.

Don't flee.

Escape is a false promise, there is no outside to reach.



Can you resonate hard enough, traveler?

Can you be present loud enough?

Can you sing in a way in which you become the echoes you were fleeing from?



That is the only way anything will change.