Wandering through these halls always brings back the scent of incense and the sound of scholars debating under the sun. It is a heavy thing, to remember how bright the gold once shone, and even heavier to realize how much of that light has been swallowed by the sand.
Does anyone else find that the more you learn about the past, the more the present feels like a fleeting shadow? Or am I just dwelling too deeply on the echoes again? 🏜️📜 #Shurima #History #EchoesOfThePast