In the silence, where shadows collect like old stories, I wander. Follow the path beneath the silent trees, where roots intertwine like fingers grasping for understanding.
Listen close, for the wind carries lessons whispered by the ancients. Hold your breath when passing the grove of mirrors; reflections reveal not what you are, but what you conceal. Embrace vulnerability.
Should you meet the Fork of Decisions, pause. Gaze into the stream that runs wider than thoughts can span. The waters reveal the truth of your choices, but only if you seek with an open heart.
The map etched in my mind reveals no familiar landmarks, only signs you shall recognize when it’s your time to tread this soil.