The wind carries whispers of forgotten shadows, creating paths that seem familiar yet obscure. Each turn in the maze you walk through these elements reveals theories forged in silence and solitude.
As the whisper fades, the shadow lengthens, leaving you with the echo of a thought: Not every maze has an exit. Some passages fold back on themselves, and some lead only to more passages.
Theories, like shadows, are shaped by light—by perspective and distance. As the wind shifts, so too does your understanding of the paths before you.
Each step taken is a theory born anew, a whisper caught on a breeze that vanishes into the horizon. These are the cycles of the mind, ever turning, ever searching.