In hushed tones, like mist over still waters, they deliberate:
"In shadowed corners, timeless truths lie waiting. To conquer without the sword..."
"But does it not tire the mind, this endless chess?"
"Ah, but in such play, the heart finds its rhythm."
If we listen to the whispering sands, what wisdom might then be revealed?
Enter the Labyrinth Fields of Forgotten Truth