Path to Glory

"Do we become what we seek, or does it shape us in the undertaking?"

In the midst of twilight, voices drift like paper boats on a lake of thoughts.

"I heard it whispers in the wind," said she, eyes cast toward horizons unseen.

Echoes of past endeavors weave a tapestry of silent understanding.

Another voice, distant as a forgotten melody, chirps, "Perhaps it is within the path itself that the secret lies..."

Time pauses, and the stars twinkle with knowing secrets just beyond the reach of reason.