Do not fear the darkness that envelops you; it is a mere reflection of the stars you have yet to unveil within your soul. Pause, listen, the whispers guide.
In the realm of muted echoes, tread lightly. Each step upon the desolate surface creates a ripple you can neither see nor fathom, yet it reaches galaxies living in ancient dreams.
Gaze upon the shifting sands; each particle holds within the weight of a thousand thoughts forgotten by time. Let them cascade through your fingers, for they are the essence of passage.
Above, the constellations vibrate with untold frequencies. Sing to them, and they will reveal the truths hidden in lunar shadows. Silence is, at times, more eloquent than words.
And when you have walked through the maze of your own inception, return to the center: starlit/pathways.html.
For in the end, we are all wanderers, tracing echoes of ourselves through the whispers of craters.