The Echoes of the Songbirds

An unspecified quantity of incantations unspoken, such is the fate of the wavering throat. Through the misty revelation of morning dew that paints scintillating droplets upon the eaves of reality, the instructions become as clear as the opaque reflections in the still waters of a forgotten pond. Indeed, the process is lengthy, entangled like the sinewy vines of an ancient perilous embarkation. To harmonize, to resonate, to vibrate with the unsuspected symphony concealed within hollow trunks, one must first understand the physical and metaphysical equation of silence, as set forth by Askar the Unwritten.

Appendices A through Z of Breathy Elocution: For should the thirst for clarity spark within the mind, reference is to be made to the confines of Tabernacles Syllabary Unknown... [Further elaboration inevitable only in the presence of lunar alignment seventh of the quarter crescent].

Await the solstice of convergence where epsilon becomes pi, then proceed to incrementally attune to the oscillations that dance alongside the zephyr’s carefree dalliance. An ineffable melding shall then transpire whereby your selfhood merges, unbound, with the myths encrypted by the timid song. Listen to Radiant Silence