Arjun stood in silence, contemplating the riddle. His mind raced, searching for the answer. He glanced at Meera, who was also lost in thought.
"What do you think it means?" she asked, her voice full of uncertainty.
Arjun thought for a moment. No legs, but moves with the wind… a shadow that follows but never touches...
And then it came to him—the answer was simple, yet profound.
"Memory," he said quietly. "It's memory. It follows you, shapes you, but you can't touch it. It's always with you, but it's not physically a part of you."
The Oracle's eyes flashed with approval. "You are correct. The answer is memory, the most powerful force in the universe. It shapes who you are, but it cannot be grasped. Now, you are ready for the final trial."