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The Elf's gaze was filled with profound wisdom. "You must perceive them. Do not merely look at the literal meanings; instead, feel the significance behind them. The Owl Head has never provided direct answers; only through intuition and inner awareness can you discover the way to unlock these runes."
Evan closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm his mind. He felt the air grow heavier, as if each symbol was conveying some kind of message to him. His fingertips gently brushed against one of the symbols, and in that instant, a vague memory suddenly surfaced in his mind.
He remembered flipping through similar books in an ancient library when he was a child. At that time, he did not understand the meanings of these symbols, but their presence captivated him deeply. Now, those symbols reappeared in his mind like a key, unlocking a long-held confusion within him.
Evan abruptly opened his eyes, his fingertip precisely pointing to a rune at the center of the Round Platform. Instantly, that rune emitted a dazzling light, and the entire Round Platform began to tremble slightly.
"You did it!" The Elf's voice was filled with surprise and admiration. "This is the true secret of the Owl Head's wisdom; only those who can perceive and understand these runes can inherit his legacy."
As the light intensified, Evan felt a tremendous power surge into his body, as if a long-closed door had been opened. The world before him became clear and bright in an instant. A new perspective unfolded before his eyes, and countless images and information began flashing in his mind—fragments of history, patterns of the world; all wisdom flooded into his consciousness in that moment.
However, this power came at a cost. Evan's head throbbed painfully, nearly overwhelming him with the barrage of information. He felt as though he might collapse under the weight, gripping the Round Platform with both hands in an attempt to steady himself.
"Don't give up!" the Elf encouraged from beside him. "This is the price of wisdom; you must endure it to truly understand."
Evan took a deep breath, forcing himself to focus. He began to slowly gain control over that power; gradually, the images in his mind became clearer. He started to grasp the true meaning of this knowledge—it was not merely ancient runes but a profound summary of the Owl Head's understanding of the world, encompassing endless mysteries about time, space, life, and death.
As Evan and the Elf stepped out of the hall's grand doors, they heard a faint sound behind them—the stone door slowly closing as if sealing away the secrets of this ancient relic forever. The air outside remained fresh, sunlight filtering through high-hanging clouds to illuminate their path. Yet at that moment, Evan's heart was heavy with contemplation.
"What do you think the wisdom of the Owl Head truly is?" Evan paused and turned to look at the Elf, confusion flickering in his eyes.
The Elf remained silent for a moment, gazing toward the distant mountains as if pondering a profound question. "Wisdom is not merely an accumulation of knowledge; it is insight—it is understanding the world, knowing when to act, when to pause, when to choose, and when to let go," he said slowly and steadily. "The Owl Head did not provide us with direct answers; rather, he encourages us to think for ourselves and discover."
"What shall we do next?" Aiven asked.
Elf smiled slightly and patted his shoulder. "Let’s go; a new adventure awaits us. We have yet to find the path to the ultimate truth."
The two continued onward, traversing dense forests and rushing rivers. The questions and pressures in their hearts seemed to grow heavier with each step, but they both knew that the real challenge was just beginning. Aiven's mind began to sharpen; he could sense every subtle change around him, his eyes capturing details that were often overlooked, as if the entire world was revealing its secrets to him.
As night fell, they set up camp in an open meadow. The flickering light of the campfire danced in the darkness, enveloping them in warmth. Elf fell silent for a moment before speaking. "You know, the Owl Head is not a permanent presence. He is part of the Ancient Civilization. Each era's bearer of wisdom has different responsibilities. The Owl Head may be the last one to leave a legacy."
Aiven listened intently, a hint of confusion in his eyes. "Then why did he leave this wisdom? What is he trying to lead us to?"
Elf gazed into the distance, his expression profound. "Perhaps it is to help us find our way to a broader world, or maybe to warn us of certain dangers. The wisdom of the Owl Head is not merely inspirational; it also contains warnings about the future of this world. A civilization powerful enough, if it loses respect for the world, will ultimately bring about its own destruction."
"How can we know if the wisdom he left is sufficient?" Aiven asked.
"We cannot know until we reach that moment," Elf replied. "Think about it: the Owl Head's Legacy lies before us now. It does not tell us the right path but allows us to choose for ourselves. Every choice is a continuation of wisdom and a bearing of responsibility."
Aiven fell into deep thought. He looked up at the starry sky and suddenly felt a strong connection with it. It was as if he had become part of the entire universe; his thoughts were no longer confined to what his eyes could see. Every star and every cloud seemed to convey some kind of message.
"Do you feel it?" Aiven whispered.
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