Alpha approached the massive statue, but his gaze wasn't fixed on it… rather, on the walls.
Engravings. Symbols. Coiled circles, intersecting lines, shapes resembling creatures… or perhaps resembling his old thoughts.
He reached out and touched one of the symbols, feeling the roughness of the stone, but nothing happened. No visions, no memories, nothing.
*(Alpha - whispering to himself):*
"It's as if they're trying to say something… but they speak a language that died before consciousness was born."
He stood silently for a moment, staring at the wall, as if trying to decipher a complex silence.
*(Internal monologue):*
"Why do these symbols resemble the lines you see after crying? Why do I feel like they're watching me, not explaining to me? Is this writing? A trace? Or a wound on the skin of this place?"
