In the beginning, time was a stream
passing through forgotten valleys,
collecting stories weaved in silver
by the touch of golden light. Every moment
an echo, reverberating in the silence
of eternity.
"Seek not the answers," said the
elder of Silevus, "for they are
hidden beneath the surface
of your own reflection." And so,
the seeker turned, not to light,
but to shadow—a dance of paradoxes.
Above, the stars align to form
constellations of the past, their
stories encrypted in the fabric
of the cosmos. A simple code –
not of letters, but of meanings
intertwined like the roots of time.
Have you deciphered the fall,
or do you see only the golden
facade? In every ambiguity,
a truth lies dormant, waiting
for the light of understanding
to awaken it.