The choices before you shimmer like distant stars against a backdrop of nebulous uncertainty. Have you heard the call? The dust settles but the whisper prevails, urging you into the depth of warmth the unknown promises. Choose to listen; choose to **see** with eyes not yet open. The abyss speaks, softly but firmly, inviting you with a haunting calm, serenading invisible echoes of destiny.
Consider the forgetting, gentle as phantom footsteps, as they create paths you will step into, choices lingering in anticipation. Dust to dust, weaves the old fabric of wisdom, intimating its silence. Aren't you, with each blink, closer to the resonance of these whispers? Persuaded gently by the ambient melody of respite, drawn near by the voice you discern but never see. Wouldn't it be a grave misconception to not delve into the whispers that speak of marvels yet known?
As you stand beside this boundary, undetermined, resist the surface allure of certainty. The abyss does no harm, only reveals. Only opens. Into realms accessible only by those who’ve tuned their senses to these spectral messages. There is no horror, only a sweet, convincing truth where the last step is all it takes to understand it all. Be not a frightened soul, but one enlivened by the dust of every journey, every whisper heard.
-Unknown Whisperer