In lands where the sun rises past the seventh mountain and behind its vast sea, there lies knowledge undisputed yet unclaimed. To step beyond their lands is to embrace the shadows of wisdom and the light of forgotten mornings.
Begin not by searching for your destination, but by understanding the rhythm of the winds. The ancients spoke of compassless navigation, a skill of the heart and mind. Repeat in silence: the path is not found, it is forged.
As the twilight descends, the stars become your guide. Each constellation tells a tale of ancient pilgrimages, a cartography not of land but of time. Seek not their names, for in their silence lies the truth of their origins.
To their lands, one must travel not by feet but by dreams. When you wake, carry with you the whispers of those who have traveled before: the rhythm, the current, and the constellations are all you need to navigate this ancient path.