In this hollow place where time unwinds like a forgotten thread,
the echo of a whisper calls unto the seeker.
"What is the truth, if not the shadow of a question asked in another life?"
murmurs the void, endlessly, hauntingly, endlessly...
The stones beneath your feet pulse with a rhythm like the ocean's heart.
Where lies the beginning? The answer, perhaps, is buried in questions unanswered.
"Do the stars know our names, etched upon their luminous skin?"
The stars reply with silence, a symphony of void.
Every step forward feels like a step taken in reverse,
an endless loop, a circle drawn in the sand, erased by tides.
Yet, amidst this cyclical dance, a truth lingers—a fragrance of eternity.