Yes, it would be hard to know what happened to the humans since none seemed to exist anymore. What secrets had they taken with them? How many books and stories were left unwritten, forever lost? It gnawed at him, the thought of knowledge slipping through his grasp—entire histories and ideas that would never be known. But he caught himself drifting off as his mother’s voice pulled him back.
When he saw the animated wolf on the wall, his eyes widened, and he moved closer, letting the lantern’s light reveal the effect. “This is… incredible,” he murmured, captivated. “They wanted us to see what they saw.” It was a record of time, of vision.
Returning the lantern to his mother with a bright, eager grin, he scanned the walls ahead, his mind already piecing together the possibilities. “A landmark… Yes. And if they made something this clever, there must be more,” he mused, his voice threaded with excitement. “Other pictures, or even artifacts.” His gaze roved over the cavern with insatiable intensity, his mind running through fragments of incomplete thoughts, theories, and what might still lie undiscovered in these tunnels.
He turned back to his mother, brows furrowing in determination. “Shall we keep going?” His voice held a quiet, almost reverent thrill, but he waited, searching her expression with respect, unwilling to demand it of his mother.
"Speech"
