As we delve into the past, we strike our fingers against the remnants of once-vibrant symbols. Those worn engravings on crumbling tablets beckon us closer, whispering tales of lives vividly lived and stories half-remembered. What do they tell in tongues muffled by time?
Each glyph, a fragment of memory, unspooled line by line. They seem simple, yet ask the right questions and their meanings twist, revealing dimensions hidden beneath the layers of dust and forgetfulness.
Today’s mysteries glean from these stones: stories of journeys and settlements, of the sun’s passage and the rivers' dance. We envisage a people no different from us, gathering in dim light, their future cast onto these indelible marks.
It is said that to understand these symbols is to commune with the souls who first laid them upon rock and clay. What conversation does that spark in you?