A silent dance occurs above the whispering woods. Follow the star-studded path, and the answers shall weave like gossamer through the obsidian sky.
People often seek guidance in terrestrial signs; the wise know better. Inhale. Upwardly protract your senses, subtly release them into the night's embrace. Allow inklings to come.
Beyond the horizon lies a truth unscripted. The blushing
streams of dawn harbor all unconfessed secrets.
Be patient, allow time to rearrange its whispers into cantatas of the unseen.
Empires rise and shatter into star-stuff while celestial guardians avert their indifferent eyes. The aegis of light is not an object of possession, but an unfurling cloak of understanding.
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