In the caverns of زمان, where the wind carries tales of the unspoken, there lies a history written not in ink, but in the silence following the echo. These voiceless chronicles instruct us on the power of absence, of the things left unsaid, or perhaps erased. Listen closely.
Every blank page holds a story, a palimpsest of erased histories. What was once clear is now obscured; yet, beneath the layers, the truth sleeps. To read it, one must peel the silence, layer by layer, unraveling the echo of each forgotten word.
Time, a dealer of illusions, writes in invisible ink. Ages pass, and what remains are mere shadows of significances. However, with the right light, the stories beneath the erasure shimmer. Know how to find them, and you shall understand the language of silence.
Below lies a truth obscured: [Reveal the truth]