In the silent corridors of the mind,
intuition weaves its clandestine patterns.
Shadows are mere echoes of fears unmet,
while light, the relentless dance of clarity.
How do you trust the whisper of the unseen?
Paths illuminated by the flicker of ancient flames,
guiding but ever ephemeral.
Echoes call you to reflect.
Knowledge stands resilient, yet brittle,
shattering at the mere touch of doubt.
But fear not the shards, for they reveal
a deeper truth, hidden in the Riddles of light and shadow.
The dance continues, relentless,
binding the seen to the unseen,
forever in a state of yearning,
yearning for understanding,
yearning for peace.