In a realm just beyond the whisper of time, the Oracle Flame flickered in obscurity. It was said to be the heart of the labyrinthine Abyss, a flame not of fire but of foresight and infinite recursion. Its glow did not illuminate paths, but rather revealed the endless reflections of those who dared gaze upon it.
The seeker journeyed forth, a solitary figure draped in twilight, drawn by the promise of illumination. With every step, the ground beneath transformed, folding upon itself in fractal elegance, a testament to the recursive patterns of fate.
As the figure approached, the Oracle's voice resonated, a melodic echo threading through the fabric of reality. "To see the unseen is to understand the fractals of your own existence," it proclaimed. The seeker paused, facing the dancing light that bent both perception and sanity.