To speak, voice the thoughts that ride the wind. Each whisper coils like mist around the spine of destiny. Decisions are the stones cast upon the lake of time, each ripple a future unseen.
In the murmur of the night lie the choices undrawn, paths unscripted in the book of self. Listen closely as the shadows relay the forgotten paths.
When dawn approaches with hesitant light, remember: The heart knows paths the mind cannot fathom. Trust the echo of each footstep upon this ancient road.
Listen closely and follow the faint glow of possibilities.
Embrace uncertainty and let the shadows guide you.