In the sepulchral silence of the mind’s recess, a flame flickers. Illuminating, for a transient moment, the forgotten relics of inquiry. Beneath the veneer of the everyday, in lay the strangest artifacts—curiosities entwined with complexities. Such is the nature of knowledge, a chimera clad in dusk and introspection.
As one traverses the labyrinth of thought, the walls echo with the softest murmurs: “Et tu, Fragor?” cried the rusted cogs of Time itself, a clockwork leviathan. The fabric of knowing unfurls, thread by thread, revealing the hidden tapestry woven by unseen hands; a mosaic of ponderings kaleidoscopic in its vivid obscurity.
Pathways of the Unseen