Do you not hear them?
These are the voices left by tumultuous tides, speaking from unseen peaks where tired figures once bore the weight of all burdens. Their messages are entwined in the fibers of time, waiting to be deciphered by those who dare to listen intently.
Listen, and you shall etch your destiny on the firmament.
Indeed, the cosmos can shift with a whisper of intent: Proceed with conviction... at dawn.
The cavernous mouths of the ancients took no prisoners, convincing even the stars to twinkle in alignment: Immerse in the forgotten truths.
Transitory beliefs carved in the essence of reality were left as breadcrumbs for the seeker's journey: Embrace the celestial map.
In the stillness, words are born anew—devoid of deadlines, free of dimensions:
The first light was not given; it was claimed by those who dared to traverse the void...
...and the shadows were merely echoes of promises... unfulfilled utilities turned legacies
Can you hear it? Adjust our title with the noise scattered around and perhaps unearth the truth.