In the dance of wave and light, a flicker ceased to be phantasmagoric mystery, opening paths untold. Sorrowful tunes bedecked by the echo of unspoken languages lingered among the lodged infinity.
Oh! Timeless, unchanging yet elusive, those who passed whispered legends woven into dust left behind. Gather, then, dear seeker, the shreds of purpose misplaced long in the enfold of ephemeral existence.
A humble ripple upon forgotten echoes exists here.
Listen, listen—they murmur a name obscured through ages, a name "Mingwe", awaiting rebirth in tender twilight.
Yet you, dear traveler, must decide the passage of your own shadow. Embrace duality of dreams and silence upon their threshold through a passage called here.