The whispers in your dream, they always start with questions. In the absence of clarity, you grasp for answers like a child reaching for stars in puddles.
Begin with understanding the balance of internal conditions. Silence your mind to hear the instructions of tissue and fluid, a symphony governed not by sight, but by instinct.
"Do they speak in equations or through the rhythm of unseen tides?"
In this realm, draw circles in the air, tracing patterns that allude to thermoregulation, osmoregulation, and the perennial dance of homeostatic control.
"I think it's been here all along, behind the lattice of space and time."
Should you wish to dive deeper, explore these unseen corridors and forgotten tales: The Balance of Waters, Neurons in Silence, Thermal Ghosts