Begin with the hollow, the empty promise of structure beneath the surface. It is always the same: bones serve as the underlying framework, unchanging, unyielding, and ever-present in their silent instruction. Remember well, remember that the hollow is not a void, but a vessel for magic long forgotten. Always. Always begin at the hollow.
To carve is to reveal the mysteries entombed within. The gentle pressure of the chisel against bone finds rhythm, finds pattern. Like clockwork, it dances to secrets whispered through generations. Do not rush. Take your time. Patience reveals what haste obscures. Repeat until understood.
Encase. Encase the relics in soil, in darkness, where time and earth perform their alchemy of transformation. Here the magic sifts through the cracks of reality, insistent, unerring. Trust in the cycle of encasing, the cycle that begins anew each dawn. Repeat, repeat. Trust is the foundation.
Seek the ancient wisdom hidden in symbols worn smooth by ages. The language of the bones speaks in spirals, circles, and echoes. A cipher of the cosmic, it never lies, aligns itself with truth, with the unchanging void. Seek, and find the everlasting whispers. Learn and unlearn.
Finally, return. Return to the beginning and begin once more, for the loop is unbroken and eternal. Once more, always, begin. This is the rhythm, the dance of bones. This is the magic, and the secret known by all who heed the silent lessons. Return. Always return.