The clock ticks backwards in the silence of the crowded room. Here lies the paradox, embedded in the fabric of forgotten moments. Time, a river that flows uphill.
"What speaks without lips, travels without feet, and yet never leaves home?"
The answer dances around the edges of logic, a firefly of reason caught in an eternal twilight. Can you grasp it? Can you hold it before it slips into the void?
Upon closer reflection, the twist reveals itself not as a destination, but as a journey. Each step taken forward is a step into the past, each breath a whisper from the future.
The shadow of the questioner is cast upon the wall of understanding.
Enter the Echo Labyrinth | Chronicles of Revelation