In the stillness of the caverns, even silence becomes a sound, a low hum vibrating through stony veins. The flames whisper secrets, incoherent yet familiar; they speak of journeys not taken, paths winding back, unfurling into the eternities.
Flames flicker and dance in fractal pirouettes, paralleled by thoughts looping and breaking, rejoining the intricate tapestry of chaos and reflection. A symphony in silence.
Lost in these flickers, one finds the doorway to self — a cavern echoed by endless whispers, where each flame is a voice, each voice a story untold.
The shadows speak in glyphs, stories etched into existence by the whispered flames, and thus, you linger at the threshold, contemplating what might have been.
Echoes in Stone Forgotten Pathways