Starlit Paths of Yonder

Listen closely, for the echoes of yore might guide thy feet upon the serpentine trails of du lumina:

"To journey is to become unbecoming; cast light not in expectation, but in reverence to the shadows guiding your way."

When a cosmic luminary appears, stop, and ponder its reflection upon sleep's vestibule. The remembrance of beginnings lies therein.

Each starlit voyager shall carry these engravings upon thy wrinkled cerebral folds:

  1. Do not crave for cartography. Your path shall weave as it must, an unwritten symphony of stardust and silence.
  2. Water of the celestial wells quenches not thirst, but the esprit in pursuit of the divine will is eternal.
  3. False bearings are true lessons, etched not by the eye, but by the sepulchral truth linger in astral ether.

Perhaps, it is the narrative of the ancients that lightens our ornate burden:

"Verily, paths enlightenait not the pedestrian guise but illuminate their astral counter-scenes, surging in lenticulated unity."

The amphoras of zephyrous wisdom cling nesh to the noctulidae, for the resplendence of daylessness is adamant.