Listen closely, the cosmic winds articulate the unsung verses of eternity. Whistle their tune, and time reveals its mosaic.
In the winds, learn the art of patience; horologies dance in cycles beyond comprehension. Align your breath with their rhythm.
Gaze into the cosmic tapestry where stars etch destinies; the ink of time is both fragile and eternal.
Embrace the silence between worlds, for in that void lies the understanding of all things. Let each moment teach you its lesson.
Sow thoughts as seeds in the fertile soil of consciousness. The harvest is a reflection of your existential meditation.
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