Venturing alongside the tides,
grasp the wisdom of the ancients,
whose cries sieve through the inky waters.
Begin where dusk is a whisper,
and moonlight graces the hollow shell.
Know the crab, silent guardian of the abyss.
Instruct: Observe the sidestep,
a dance both deliberate and doomed.
Construe the patterns,
interpret the language of the fractured sands.
Yet, the knowledge accumulates like barnacles,
anchoring unwitting vessels in the void.
As you delve deeper,
remember to tread lightly,
for the ocean hides its phantoms well.
Tracks lead nowhere in the night,
and the echoes of your questions persist
unanswered, in the silence of your marrow.