In the stillness of the entrance, a whisper lingers. A prelude.
Remember you are the catalyst of change, unseen yet tangible.
Footsteps echo, barely traced. Unwritten. Untold. Yet felt.
The journey is unmarked, undefined. Shifting shadows guide the way.
Words dissolve into the air, as if known, yet foreign.
Every word a ghost, trailing behind in silence.
Existence, a mere contemplation of presence.
Beyond the entrance, a foreboding calmness. Awaiting.