Wisdom of Furs
The fox whispers, quietly, in fragments of twilight...
Patterns on the ground lead nowhere, but the moon knows...
Furrows in the field, like the memories of wandering beasts...
Silence cloaks the trees, and beneath the earth, secrets tremor still.
Do you hear them? The howlings of voices long past...
In dreams, we wear the fur of the ancients and step forward into the blur.
The wind, a messenger of forgotten tales, caresses the skin of the world.
Take the path north, to the stars.
Dive deep into the relics.