Eternal Enigma

In the palm of time, a sphere of secrets, A talisman of ancient whispers, Carved with symbols that speak of the unseen, A map to realms where the soul dares to dream. The hand that holds it cradles the unknown, A bridge between the mundane and the mystical. The etchings tell tales of ascension, Of a figure reaching for the stars, A testament to the human spirit's eternal quest. The warm glow of the sphere, like a beacon, Guides the seeker through the labyrinth of self. Its enigmatic patterns, a riddle to solve, A mirror reflecting the depths of the soul. In its embrace, the world outside fades, Leaving only the essence of being. A journey begins, not with steps, but with thought, A transformation whispered by the sphere's glow. For in its heart beats the pulse of eternity, A reminder that we are both the question and the answer.