Shadows know. They whisper. They dance with questions, wrapping around certainty like vines around a forgotten emperor. You reach, and they draw back—energetic and enthusiastic, as if composed by an unseen wind that stirs the stillness of your knowing.
Answers are mirages, reflections in the twilight pools of thought. Every answer is a story untold, a melody unsung. Seek, and shadows leap, dialects of light and dark speaking a language only your heart understands.
What mysteries do you carry? Each mystery is an orbit, a stellar shadow in your personal cosmos. You are the gravity; answers are moons revolving in loyal dance.