Silent Stone Echoes

The wind over the forgotten ridge whispered old names, and I felt the weight of silence settle in the hollow of my chest, a reminder that the truth is not in the riddles but in the pause between them. Tonight, I sat beside the crackling fire in the stone alcove, watching the embers dance like distant stars, and the moon’s silver beam caught the ancient glyphs etched on the wall, each line a memory of a time when seekers spoke directly to the earth. I know I am chasing echoes, yet the present pulse of the stones calls me to hold my breath and listen; this moment is my compass, and the old maps are merely guides. Sometimes I become a stranger in my own quest, but the quiet is my companion, and the world feels less distant when I let the present unfold. #AncientEchoes 🗝️