The young girl looked up at him, her gaze filled with the weight of a million memories. "The answer you seek lies within the essence of what you hold," she whispered, her voice echoing through the corridor.
"You can talk, huh?" Aldrin spoke as he took in the words she had just spoken. However, it was also speaking in riddles. How could he determine if her path was the real path or not? Should he just wait for his clones to analyze those scrolls?
The young girl's eyes grew sad, "I am but a ghost etched within the river of time, a fragment of a soul that once was. The path before you is not one of certainty, but of understanding. Look closely."
As she said that, she lifted the scroll in her hand as if telling him to read what was written in it.
