Debacle

Time runs swiftly in this place defined by names and labels and lies and surprisingly easy-to-swallow deceptions.

The search for truth.

The search for truth will follow wraiths grown into nightmares. It will christen all it touches with endless spiralling questions.
And tripping over its own twisted trails, the search will stop, blinded by the lying essence of solidity.

It pauses-

and rests.

It gives in to mediocrity and begins to settle for a shadow of its goal, the treasure glistening now unseen at the end of the rainbow, fallen into an ocean of regret and seemingly lost.

But then a glimmer of gold casts its spell once more on the the searcher, and the hunt is taken up once again.

And the search continues.