In the dusk of infinity, where echoes cease and shadows speak, listen for the melodies that meander through the void.
Allow them to guide you, for they weave a tapestry of forgotten journeys.
Silence will not be your ally, for the song of the cosmos thrums beneath each word.
Heed its rhythm, a cadence neither of earth nor sky, that breathes with a life all its own.
Touch the unseen, feel the untold stories as they curl around your essence, a shroud of melancholic wisdom.
Seek the coordinates written in the starlit ink, preserved by the ethereal scribe.
Do not question their origin, for knowledge belongs to those unafraid to merge with the unknown.