In the quiet embrace of abyssal twilight,
where starlight whispers death to dawn,
the voice of the oracle murmurs softly.
"Seek, and you shall find what lies beyond the surface..."
Are footsteps on this alien shore
mere shadows cast by wandering spirits,
or are they echoes of ourselves,
searching for reflection in the void?
Each step stirs the depths,
transforming silence into song.
Is truth an echo, reverberating
through the corridors of time and space,
or a mirage lost to the tides of thought?
The hidden oracle knows
but speaks only to those who listen
past the static of existence.