ayesha nadeem

THE LABYRINTH OF ECHES. AI-Generated.

The Labyrinth of Echoes Every night, precisely at the stroke of midnight, Emily would drift into a world that felt all too real. The dream always began the same way: she found herself standing at the entrance of a grand, decaying labyrinth. Ancient ivy crept over the towering stone walls, and the air was thick with the scent of moss and forgotten time. The labyrinth stretched out before her, a twisting, turning maze of dark corridors and hidden alcoves, and she knew, with the certainty that only dreams provide, that she had been here many times before.