In the twilight hours, when the world thins, a soft voice emerges: "Do not fear the shadows", it advises, "for in their depths, you find the essence of light."
As your eyelids descend like curtains drawn upon a stage, remember the words: "Each dream is but a chapter, each none but the choir of time."
A suggestion hangs in the air, palpable and present: "Embrace the fog, for clarity resides within indistinctness."
Another figure echoes from realms unknown: "Guard your thoughts, but learn the art of letting go." The wisdom speaks, yet its origin is as elusive as the dawn.
The mantra repeats: "Every slumber is an adventure to the inexplicable. Each sunrise returns you to your corporeal shell, yet the voyage endures, whispered by otherworldly presences."