"In echoes I find my steps, aligning with paths forged beneath."
"You see it," she said, her voice a whisper against the walls of the cavern. "But do you understand? Paths form beneath, unnoticed until they beckon."
"Understanding often escapes me, like shadows in mist," replied the traveler, hands brushing over the cool, damp earth. "Yet I'm tied to something deeper, grounding me in ways I can't articulate."
"The roots don't articulate," she mused, glancing at the twisting tendrils below their feet. "They just are, quietly weaving a tapestry of unseen connections. Does that make sense?"
"Perhaps it's meant to be felt rather than understood. Our footprints vanish, but theirs... their story is one of permanence."