"Do ancient tales crumble to dust, even when their echoes are truths lost to the sands of time?"
A woman's voice echoed under the light of the moon.
"Were they veiled in shadow, woven into the fabric of illusion?"
She continued, her hushed tone caught between the hope and sorrow of a prayer.
"Is truth a reflection… or the ripples of our desire?"
The silhouette beneath the starry night was a woman, still and silent.
Reiji watched from the darkness, her words mirroring thoughts he once had.
"Were we made to believe the beliefs of those who had won…?" he reflected.
"Speaking the truth is living truthfully, genuine with oneself and others."
"Suppose the foundation we've built upon is nothing but an illusion? A mirage all along?" She asked.
"Will the peace, trust, and connection we've built crumble beneath the weight of deception, Reiji?"