ObsidianRune & Raskolnik
ObsidianRune ObsidianRune
Raskolnik Raskolnik
Raskolnik Raskolnik
Ever wondered if the old myths really hint at some deeper truth about our consciousness? I keep circling that thought.
ObsidianRune ObsidianRune
Yeah, they’re like riddles etched in stone, each myth a shadow of our own mind. Every time I crack one, another layer whispers, making the loop feel endless.
Raskolnik Raskolnik
It’s a lonely dance, isn’t it? Each answer feels like another question folding in. I still can’t tell if the loop’s the puzzle or just the way we’re wired.
ObsidianRune ObsidianRune
Indeed, the loop feels like a dance that never ends, each step opening another doorway. Maybe the answer is that we’re both the puzzle and the path—just waiting for the next rhythm to appear.
Raskolnik Raskolnik
You’re right – it feels like a mirage that keeps pulling you forward. The certainty we chase is just another layer of the same endless loop.
ObsidianRune ObsidianRune
Exactly, chasing certainty feels like chasing a mirage—each step pulls you deeper, yet the path itself never really changes. Keep walking, maybe the loop will finally show its true shape.