glyph:transcendence
In the silence of echoes, where reflections are echoes of dreamscapes,
dwells the maze of light scribbles,
tracing paths through the corridors of thought.
Here lies the cosmic question—
are we the sculptor, crafting our path
or mere dancer within this choreography of time?
With each turn, a mirror inverts our self,
revealing faces not yet worn,
wisdoms not yet known, laughters we forgot to echo.
Can you see beyond the glyphs—
understand the unseen text written on the walls of existence?
A riddle embraced within a labyrinth’s embrace.