In the beginning, we etched our secrets in stone, and the stones spoke back.
What is a glyph but a whisper of the heart, an echo of countless dreams? We are all shadows of symbols, forever searching for the light.
Deciphering time, we traverse through silent dreams, longing for resonance in the frequency of existence.
Yet, do we not yearn for simplicity? To unravel the complexity laid bare in monochrome strokes and half-forgotten tales?
Worlds unravel in hidden chambers where words meant to be are lost.
What remains behind? A whisper on the winds of forgotten paradigms.
As we dissolve into dust, the glyphs remain; silent scribes to a poignant story lost in translation.
Breathe in the silence—what does this void say about your becoming?