I. The Eye of Horus looks upon the souls of today; what do its pupils see not?
II. Once, the tongues of ancients wove tales through shadows and lights—tales lost to the winds.
III. Consider this: every thought, a drop in the ocean of eternity; every mind, a vessel adrift.
IV. The silent hieroglyphs whisper, "Remember us," but memory drowns in time's tide.
V. Can a forgotten symbol breathe meaning anew, or is it forever a specter of its past?
Murmurs in the Chamber
The Silence of Echoes
Soliloquy of the Forgotten