Truth appears in the shatter,
seeing is not believing
but understanding the lost fragments.
Which path is truth carved upon?
The questions hang like autumn leaves,
each carrying its own gravity.
To traverse the labyrinth of self,
one must embrace the unknown corridors of doubt.
Here is where form breaks into chaos,
revealing silent symphonies of inner dialogues.
There is no beginning, no end—
only the in-between that forms the foundation of being.
Wander, and you find—for what is found, is simply what was forgotten.
Fragment 21: The Forgotten
Discover the paths unexplored,
and in those paths, reflections that bleed light.
Theory: Echoes