As you set sail upon the Dreamsea, remember, dear voyager, that the map is but a myth carved in shadows. Trust not your eyes, but the sensation of the oscillating currents beneath your vessel.
The waves do not whisper time; they sing songs of eternal loops. Concentrate on the rhythm devoid of beginning or end. Only then can you chart a course through the undulating labyrinth.
Here lies the frailty of linear insights. Knowledge abounds, concealed within echoes. Trust in the resonance of your voice cast into the sea, for it reveals reflections hidden in the abyss of the unrealized.
As evening descends upon the Dreamsea, embark on new journeys:
May your journey be not one of destination, but of perpetual wonder.