“The Road goes ever on and on, down from the door where it began…” – J.R.R. Tolkien
Some roads are straight, leading clearly from one place to another. Others twist and turn, disappearing into the fog of the unknown. I have never walked the straight roads. My life, like the stories I chase, has always followed the hidden paths—the riddle roads.
A riddle road is not just a place. It is a state of being. It is the moment you stand at a crossroads, knowing that every choice carries a consequence. It is the whispers of the past echoing in forgotten ruins, the weight of history pressing against your chest as you stand where legends once walked. It is the thrill of discovery, the ache of loss, the pull of adventure, and the longing for meaning.
I do not follow maps. I follow stories.
And stories, like the road, go ever on and on.
The Call of the Journey
From the moment I could understand stories, I knew that I belonged to the road. As a child, I was drawn to myths and legends, to the hidden corners of history where truth and mystery intertwine. The great travelers—Odysseus, Ibn Battuta, Marco Polo—were not just figures from books; they were companions, showing me that the world is vast, unpredictable, and full of secrets waiting to be uncovered.
But a traveler is not just someone who moves from place to place. A traveler is someone who seeks.
I have sought many things in my life—knowledge, redemption, adventure, belonging. Some I have found, others remain elusive. But if there is one truth I have learned, it is this: the road does not always give you what you are looking for. Instead, it gives you what you need.
The Shadows We Carry
No one walks a riddle road without carrying shadows. The past follows, whether we acknowledge it or not. I have made mistakes. I have walked paths that led to places I did not intend to go. I have seen doors close and bridges burn, some by my own hand.
There was a time when I thought that the road would forget me, that I had lost my way completely. But the road does not judge. It simply exists, stretching ahead, offering a choice—move forward, or turn back.
And so, I move forward.
Not because the past can be erased, but because the future is still unwritten.
Storytelling as a Compass
For me, storytelling is more than a craft—it is a way of survival. It is how I understand the world and my place in it. Every place I visit, every legend I uncover, is a piece of a larger puzzle.
To tell a story is to walk in another’s footsteps, to bridge the gap between past and present, to remind the world that the forgotten still matters. Whether it is the lost Illyrian cities buried beneath Dalmatian soil or the echoes of Tolkien’s Middle-earth hidden in the landscapes of our world, I search for the untold, the overlooked, the stories waiting to be reclaimed.
But stories are not just about the past. They are also about ourselves.
Maybe that is why I created Riddle Roads—to find my own way, to invite others to walk with me, to share the riddles that history has left behind.
The Road Ahead
I do not know where this journey leads. That is the nature of riddle roads—they do not promise easy answers, only deeper questions.
But I know this:
- I will keep traveling, not just through landscapes, but through history, myths, and cultures.
- I will keep writing, weaving stories from the threads of the past.
- I will keep searching, knowing that the road is never truly lost.
If you are reading this, then in some way, our roads have crossed
Perhaps you, too, feel the pull of hidden places and forgotten stories. Perhaps you, too, seek something more than just destinations.If so, then welcome.This is Riddle Roads. This is my journey.And the road, as always, continues.Join the FellowshipIf you love history, storytelling, and the thrill of the unknown, follow Riddle Roads for more tales from forgotten paths. Consider joining Riddle Roads Fellowship on Patreon, where I share exclusive stories, behind-the-scenes content, and special gifts from the journey.Because every road has a riddle. Every journey a story.And some roads are meant to be walked together.
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