What brings you here? The voice was faint. It was a voice I had heard in a different land far away. My voice had been fainter than his at that time. I had been descending for almost 8 hrs. I was lost. I was beaten. I was hungry and cold.
It was then that the voice had spoken to me. As it had done many times before.
It was there again. Both of us had grown older. Weaker.
What brings you here, traveler? The voice asked..gentle, weak.
To experience history, I replied. To hear the story. From the stones. And the people. I said.
But, said the voice, it has been told many times. The voice. With sorrow.
I want to hear it. Feel it. Experience it. I said.
I want to feel the story for myself, I said. From the stones.