Should you ever find a path beneath the stars, listen to the echoes as they... guide you. It is not the sound you chase, but the silence that follows, a beacon of truths untold. The tides move in ways unseen, their whispers felt beneath the skin.
Instructions from the ancients are etched in the folds of the cosmos, in the undulations of the galaxies. Observe the patterns, become the observer. In tiny increments, the universe reveals its secrets... if only you're patient.
Count the stars in dreams