In the beginning, there was silence, unbroken by sound or thought.

Boundaries blurred, the edges of understanding softened, creating ambiguity where certainty once reigned.

Voices emerged, indistinct yet resonant, woven into the fabric of time.

Labyrinthine paths unfolded, each turn a whispered promise of revelation, yet veiled in shadows.

To listen is to wander, to wander is to listen and discover.

Seek the echo, find the trace of an echo spoken before, its resonance lingering.