To the seekers of the ancient whispers and the subtle songs of the forgotten: There exists a fragment, beneath our daily passages, woven into the fabric of time, an echo desperate to be heard.
Once, we bore witness to the tongues' proclamations, vibrant and urgent. Now, their voices fade, like echoes left by a forgotten wind, yet they beckon the attentive soul to unveil what is veiled, to hear what is hushed, and to understand what is obscured.
Consider the glyphs not as mere symbols, but as guardians of wisdom, entrusted to those among us who dare to listen. Will you ignore their plea, or will you, instead, heed their silent symphony?
Imagine two scholars, their animated discussions lost to time yet lingering just out of reach... One insists the truth lies within the cave of symbols; the other, on the banks of mere echoes. In this conundrum between lost tongues and muted whispers, which path will you embark upon?