In the silence, where echoes dissolve into the mist, the first secret is whispered: "To find the way, observe not the path but the shadows that dance in the moonlight."
The second truth lingers like morning dew on spider silk: "Within dreams, remember, each step forward is a step inward."
Beneath the stars, an ancient voice murmurs: "Seek the forgotten rhythm of your heart, for it is the compass of your soul."
The final revelation, hidden in the folds of time: "Every dream is a mirror, reflecting the truth you dare not see."