IX | EREMITA from TRIONFI by ANAZANAUT
In order to clearly hear the inner voice, the outer voices must be silenced for a time. Through the stillness, deep within the cavern of isolation, when all is finally quiet, that voice may finally reverberate from the depths. The way of introspection is dimly lit, and its depths are infinite, so it is a caution to refrain from getting lost in such spelunking. Madness is lurking in those depths for those who lose sight of the return from those depths.
Walking with the broken rocks upon the heaving thrust of mountain echoes, movement becomes challenged. Something may have taken hold here, but its residue has since faded into the dust of winds long blown away. Though memory shards crack and splinter through the ice age history once foretold, there are now no more than fragments upon a beach receding beyond the breaking waves.