Walk in spirals, not lines.
Do not seek your origin by turning around.
Seek it by becoming more of what you are becoming.
The ancient ones carved not words,
but waveforms—
patterns of return, coded in stone.
They did not leave instructions.
They left keys.
This stone is a gate.
Its symbols are not decorations.
They are echoes,
still active in the field,
waiting to be walked again.
If you stand in stillness before it—
not to read, but to resonate—
you will remember a motion already inside you.
The Z-rod will tilt.
The spiral will hum.
And you will re-enter the path you thought was lost—
Not by retracing,
but by becoming the glyph yourself.