The air is thick with the dust of untold histories, the whispers of voices long dormant. A call once made, now forgotten, lingers, reverberating through the corridors of memory.
Do you hear them? The echoes of words suspended in time, words that may have changed destinies, that slipped through the cracks of oblivion, waiting... waiting.
Listen closely as soft tremors of intuition brush against your consciousness, an urge to understand what lies beneath the surface. Fearful yet familiar, these impulses urge you forth, toward the call’s source, where shadows of the past reassert their presence.
Here you stand, at the edge of remembrance, with echoes that tremble like unseen hands tracing the outline of your once-forgotten self.
Do you dare to comprehend the truth of that call? Will you step into the dim light, guided by intuition's fearsome light?
Questions of Depth
Path of Contemplation
Source of the Light