In the cave, shadows dance on walls made of whispers.
Doodles in the margins of time,
tracing stories that never were,
beneath the echo of eternal questions.
A stream of stars flows through stony lips,
requesting answers to unasked riddles.
The air hushes, encasing your thoughts
in its velvet embrace.
Seek the discordant note
Explore more enigmas
Follow the echo's path
In caverns deep, the air thick with echoes,
lies a melody that waits—
a riddle wrapped in silence,
softly murmuring truths unspoken.