In the silent void, echoes dance, each a lesson waiting in the darkness.
Whisper the secrets of your soul to the hollow ink upon the mirror's edge.
Silence understands but speaks only through reflections lost in time.

To see your reflection clearly, draw closer with thoughts unclouded, seek not what was asked but achieve what has never been spoken.
Read carefully the hollow whispers: they are more than words; they are shadows of potential truths.

Navigate the silence through branches of tree mirrors or listen to reverberating echoes.
There lies the path to understanding, where all didactic voices convene in a chorus of past selves.