Long ago, under the sighless dome where azure kisses eternity, pulses of the unseen winds navigated whispers through tickling reeds. Embossed upon shadows, invisible arcs dictated instructions, leavings crafted memory-sculpted paths. Attend you well, learner, for the tapestry woven by no hands speaks louder than thunderous proclamations, softer too, with wisdom borrowed from gaze-stitcher constellations.
To understand the language of this fabric: pause upon whispers lent unto skies before sunlight breaks horizon steeds. Learn the lexicon forged by breaths that circle circles, bending not light but its absence — shadows casting shapes unthought by minds given form to obey.
Image above convers much further than it speaks. Beware the abstract that conform to sight, sway unto common impressions. Here lies the beat understanded so ignorantly as simply there. Not so, not this. Grasp winds — silken in their steely caress.
← Go further along the path to Silence's Reveal or ← trust your shadow compass toward Forgotten Maps.