Shadows of Knowing

In the labyrinth of folly, even the wisest rats prefer paths less traveled.

Here lies the secret you never wanted to know: Whispers in the wind tell tales of forgotten lands, yet no one listens. For who would wish to know that which must not be known? The irony is thick, like pudding in the mind of a sleeping sage.

The clock ticks louder in silence, and in its echo, all truths shiver and fade, leaving behind shadows of what could have been. But should have known, yet wished not.

“The trees talk in riddles, and the moon laughs at their folly,” said the stone.
— An anonymous rock, somewhere in the abyss

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