In realms of thorny knowledge, forbidding and dark,
Lies an enigma profound, a question so stark.
Death, the eternal abyss, wants us to explore,
The afterlife's secrets that haunt us at the core.

Question the First, through winding maze it leads,
Tugs at our consciousness, begs us to take heed.
Where do we wander when our senses depart,
When life's fragile vessel is breached at its heart?

A myriad of theories floods intellectual plains,
Engulfing our minds, like relentless ocean waves.
Some claim an endless slumber, dreamless repose,
While others, ethereal realms, where the soul transcends and grows.

Shall we embrace oblivion's cruel embrace,
A void, stark and barren, devoid of all trace?
Or shall we embark on a cosmic journey alone,
Seeking truth and solace in realms yet unknown?

Each possibility beckons with equal allure,
Yet eludes our grasp, staying forever obscure.
Perchance, dear reader, you've pondered before,
The answer to this riddle that none can ignore.

Question the Second, even more labyrinthine,
Plunges into depths where meaning intertwines.
Do we retain consciousness when body turns cold,...