In the silence of a roaring silence, listen carefully to the unspoken words that guide your path. The road forked, but only if you embrace the dissonance between the two will you find the harmony of the three.
To walk the untrodden path, take off your shoes. Dance barefoot in a landscape devoid of color, for the hues of despair are often the brightest illuminations.
The clock ticks backward when you stare into the void. Count the seconds not with numbers, but with the rhythm of your heartbeat, a symphony only you can compose.