It murmurs in the darkness.
It roars in the void.
Lies are its curtain, imagination is its reality.
Reality is twisted, ideals overturned, justice and evil, truth and fallacy all spin and change in a flicker, with no unity, no certainty; Chaos itself is an eternally changing existence. Everything in this world is changing, no one can resist change, and no one can stop it.
However, that smear of gold pierced through the ambiguous veil of chaos, the light reflecting hope, pain, and dreams in those golden pupils melting away like the first snow, scattered. Everything returns to the cold reality, no hope, no wisdom, as if the world has returned to its original state.
This Crystal Maze should not be like this; it tears apart expectations and goals, turning them into madness and despair. Nearly every moment, this maze changes its rules, track, and path under the grand vision of Cunning Deception, leaving no trace to follow.
Mortals entering it will only become trapped in eternal fog.
