In the shadow they wander, unseen by the eyes that only wish to glimpse the horizon. The path lies before them, a silent testament to decisions unmade and roads less traveled... Yet, who listens to the whispers of silhouetted choices?
Beneficial, the noise they generate, like leaves in a winter breeze—a sound that both comforts and confounds. Does the echo of a path reverberate through time, or do we merely hear our own reflections in its depth?
These silhouettes, mere phantoms on the winding way, remind us of the paths we walk, the choices that mold our destinies. Are you prepared to answer?
In the end, the path itself is a question, devoid of an answer but rich in potential. Navigate between the questions; find solace in the beneficial poisonous noise that surrounds.