In the heart of shadow, where whispers transcend the audible coils,
There exists an instruction to those who dare unfurl the veil.
Silence, a cloak of forgotten truths, breathes into the unlit corridors.
To harness the force of divine echo:
Step into the void with eyes closed and heart as a compass.
Listen to the rhythm of silent screams, for therein lies the melody.
Remember, every echo is a whisper of past resolve, vibrating through the fabric of time.
When the echo fades, do not mourn its absence;
Instead, celebrate the fullness that shadow bestows upon the seeker.
All colors merge into grey in the sanctum of darkened cries.
Seek the refrain in places unseen, where daylight fears to wander.
Grasp the silent symphony that reverberates within.
Each note is a beacon, guiding through invisible landscapes of thought.