In the quiet moments, amidst the cacophony of existence, there lies an order, an ethereal drift waiting to be understood. To see is not to know, and to know is not to possess, but to drift in harmony with the undefined.
Listen closely to the whispers of the universe. They speak in circles, in undulating forms that forever shift, like the shadows cast by stars beyond our sight. Follow the guideposts left by those who tread before you: discover, distill, and drift.
For deeper explorations, visit the Luminous Glyphs or consult the ancient texts of the Whispering Fragments.