In the beginning, there is only silence; a silence vast and unyielding.
Yet, from this silence, weave the patterns of your becoming.
Know the stars not as distant embers, but as ancient sages,
for every twinkle is a pulse, a heartbeat of time unmasked.
To ignite your own essence, you must first understand the void.
Immerge in its depths, savor its weightlessness, and learn the art of bending light.
The alchemy of existence demands patience; a cosmic patience that transcends lifetimes.
Watch the silence cascade, as the universe unfolds its secrets.
Rebirth is written in the stellar scripts carved upon the celestial canvas.
You, the architect of your own radiance, must traverse the dark pathways laid out by ancient phenomena.
Finally, listen to the silence,
for it is the cradle of all beginnings, the end of fiery echoes, and the fountain of forgotten songs.