The flickering glow dances upon their weary faces, an echo of clarity cloaked in shadows.
Do you remember? A voice whispers through the veil.
To unveil the enigma wrapped in timelessness, we turn the valve of whispers into echoes.
A child once stood here, planting questioning seeds beneath drowsy pines.
The lantern's glow weaves a tapestry, each thread a truth unraveled, yet spool-ending forever unknown.
One might ask, yet who listens?