In the labyrinth of thought, each path diverges and converges, tracing the shadows of our unknowable past. What lies within these moral corridors reflects not our finding but our seeking. The glyphs of civilization forgotten speak in tongues of stone and dust.
What is the maze but a mirror, unfolding the tapestry of choices woven in the loom of existence? Every turn a question, every dead end a revelation. Navigate it wisely, for its secrets are not revealed, but remembered.
Whisper of Echoes | Beyond the Ancient | Weave of the Tapestry