Eternal Sentinel
Reflection
In the shadow of ancient stone, where time stands still,
A sentinel of light pierces the veil of the past.
The obelisk, a beacon of forgotten lore,
Stands tall, its emerald glow a testament to eternity.
A figure in dark, cloaked in mystery,
Bears witness to the sacred, the unspoken.
The air is thick with whispers of the ancients,
Their wisdom etched in hieroglyphs, a language of the soul.
The smoke that swirls around the monument
Is not merely mist but the breath of forgotten gods.
It dances with the light, creating a dance of shadows and hope.
This is a place where the past and present converge,
Where the observer becomes the observed,
And the journey of transformation begins.
For in this sacred space, the obelisk speaks,
Not with words, but with the weight of its presence.
It reminds us of our own journey,
Our own path to enlightenment and truth.
The figure in the shadows, a mirror of ourselves,
Stands as a symbol of introspection and courage.
For in the face of the eternal, we find our own eternity.
The obelisk, a silent guardian of secrets,
Whispers to those who dare to listen.
It is a call to awaken, to rise,
To embrace the light that lies within.
In this sacred space, the eternal sentinel stands,
A beacon of hope, a guide to the unknown.
May we all find our own path,
And let the light of the obelisk guide us home.