Delicate reader,
The Hundred-Handed Mountains sighed a truth of ages into the soft zephyr: life beyond our quaint Earth is as tangible as breath. Above the shimmering expanse of thought, time wends relentlessly, similar to how sap flows hidden beneath bark-cloaked trees.
Lowly ambitions aspire with wings tipped in stardust, reaching for realms adorned by ageless wisdoms shared among the Celestial Commons. Should you have questions lifting the veil of their sighs clear the path before you.