The silence was not empty, but full, full of the things that were never spoken, never heard, just felt as a current beneath the bones. That's where the initiation began, beneath the surface, in the coded layers of yet-to-be-uttered rituals. In the silence, the stars talked, but only to those who knew how to listen. The first step was understanding that silence was never quiet.
Do you remember the first time you heard nothing? It was then you knew the door was open, the archway of absence inviting, drawing you into a space where sound had no presence, yet everything echoed... like a memory whispered in the dark chambers of the soul.
The patterns emerged, circles and lines drawn in the twilight, each a step in the rite, each a syllable in the ancient tongue. You followed, not knowing what you sought, only knowing that the silence would answer.
Step into the Void Trace the Whisper Calibrate the Silence