Mystic Wanderers

In the quiet corners of forgotten paths, where shadows take form, the wanderers seek.

Do we tread the world, or does the world tread upon us? The journey unfolds like smoke.

The echo of footsteps... a reminder that every step leaves behind a whisper of what was.

What truths lie beneath the surface, masked by the shadows that dance in flickering light?

Contemplate the meandering thoughts that flow like rivers, carving valleys in our consciousness.

The stars above, indifferent witnesses to our ephemeral quest. Are they the destination or mere guideposts along the way?

Wisdom Carved | Luminance