Welcome to the Vault
Where all that's obscure finds solace
Puzzles we don't solve, but we ponder
Here lies the irony, as thick as molasses
Riddle of the Hour:
I speak without a mouth and hear without ears. I have no body, but I am alive. What am I?
Your answer is immaterial, much like the question itself.
Dare you decipher, devour, or simply dismiss? The eternal question lingers:
Echo of the Void
or perhaps an Insight through Oversight
Remember, the hardest part of any puzzle is pretending you care.