Hearken to the whispers that brush the edges of the mind. Listen closely, and the wisdom shall unfold.
From the mists of yore, it is told that those who veer from the clutter of the now shall find solace in the currents of what ought to be. There exists a path untraveled that sings of forgotten alignments.
Do not hasten your decisions, for the ancients spoke of the virtue of pausing at crossing points, where temporal echoes seem to ebb and flow like silver tides across the sands of memory.
Believe, they urge, in the threads that connect the seen to the unseen, for their truth is tantalizingly within reach.