In the folds of silence, where time lingers, there exists a passage known only to the seekers of the unseen. The greater shift beckons, not a place to be, but a state of becoming.
"Always be shifting the dimensions of your reality," whispered the wind to the wandering soul. In what language does the cosmos communicate its intentions?
Between the edges of consciousness and dream lies the truth, elusive yet omnipresent, like the echo of a forgotten song within the cathedral of the heart. Here, the greater shift unfolds in layers of light and shadow.
The stars, ancient in their wisdom, guide the lost and the found alike. They trace pathways in the dark sea of existence, urging the traveler to awaken to the greater shift.
The horizon is a circle, not a line. One must walk into it, step by step, until the very act of walking transforms the walker into a constellation of thoughts.