Spiral of Vojta

In the old vaulted hall bathed in low golden light a ring of cloaked figures moves like a slow legend beneath the arch that asks WHERE VOJTA? They read and trace the glowing equations written across the tall windows and the far wall as if those symbols were a map, their hands leaving brief, warm smears on the glass while one figure holds still as if filing each sign into memory. The layered arches fold the space inward and make their search feel like a rewinding spiral, each step back revealing another carved corridor and another measure of hope. They celebrate small triumphs at chalked formulas but the question carved above them remains unanswered; Vojta is still not found.