In the corridor of shadows, amidst flickers of light that never belong, lies the murmured lesson. Not of peace, but of the inevitable currents that shape destinies. Listen closely, for the truth is not always what you want to hear.
Step 1: Recognize the despair buried deep within. It is a silent companion, often dancing in the periphery of joy. It hums, a steadfast murmur, echoing through the corridors of your unrecognized fears.
Step 2: Accept that control is an illusion. Murmurs do not heed your craven desire for sovereignty. They twist and writhe, like dancers in a tempest, indifferent to your commands.