Lost_person & Myth
Have you ever thought about how the legends of lost places—like Atlantis or the Whispering Forest—are really reflections of what we lose inside ourselves?
Yes, I’ve often wondered if Atlantis is just a metaphor for the part of us that once held limitless wonder and now feels stuck. The Whispering Forest feels like a mirror of our own silent doubts, whispering that we’ve lost something that once guided us. It’s strange how we search for these mythical places while the real treasure is hidden inside our own thoughts.
Exactly—when the world whispers of sunken cities or hidden groves, it’s as if the old gods are nudging us toward our own buried questions. The real journey, I think, is the quiet wander inside, listening for that forgotten wonder to resurface.
I feel that too, the call is like a quiet echo that nudges us to explore the depths of our own thoughts. The real path is the slow wander inside, where forgotten wonder waits to surface.