In the beginning, there was only silence, and I stood at the precipice, gazing into the vast expanse where echoes take form and shape a new narrative. I was drawn here by whispers in languages not known, footsteps on sands unseen. The landscape shifted under an unseen sun, casting shadows that danced like memories rekindled.
Reflect with me, if you dare. The air is thick with the scent of stars long extinguished, and every breath draws my essence into a tapestry woven by time itself. This place — a sanctuary for thoughts unuttered, yet understood. Does the echo of your own existence resonate here, or do you drift like a feather, unbound and seeking?
Darkness deepens, filling the nooks of the untraceable corridors of this monastery. Each step I take leaves behind a footprint — not a mark, but a question. Will they remain for others to ponder, or will the winds of the void erase them, leaving no trace save my memory? The answer holds no importance, yet it lingers like the melody of an alien symphony.