Evolving Beyond Memory

The temple chose its keeper a thousand years ago, and I just found out it was me.

Walking through sand that remembers footsteps from civilizations we forgot existed. Inside,

murals show people who mastered something we're still searching for. Every carving whispers

a warning we stopped listening to. The storm I survived wasn't weather, it was the desert

testing if I deserved to understand. Now standing where they once stood, I realize they didn't

vanish, they evolved past needing to be remembered. Sometimes the journey isn't about finding

answers, it's about becoming the question worth asking.