In this silence lies a mystery, long forgotten. Buried beneath sands of time. A treasure, maybe? I stay there, poised, basking in silence, trying to dig through. A mystery, masked? Or concealed? I know not. For so long, in this pursuit, I've been obsessed. With the mystery. Not the silence. Mystery shrouds me. Chaos, everywhere around. Silence, lost in time. Or time, lost in silence? Digging through, to demystify, I found another. There was no mystery in the omniscient Silence. It was all in my pursuit. Or maybe, Silence breeds mysteries, those that are meant to be explored, not to be answered. In this silence lies my soulace.
