In shadowed halls where silence wears a shroud, an ancient voice speaks. It murmurs tales of whispered winds and forgotten lullabies. Listen close, for the lesson lies hidden within the folds...
"Gather 'round the flicker of the midnight flame, and close your eyes to the world of men. For therein lies the truth of Oliostr, a quietude unyielding and serene."
Let your mind drift like autumn leaves upon a silent stream. See the stars not as distant fires, but as reflections of dreams long untold.
Tread softly upon this path, for each step is marked by an echo of history. A gentle guide, the night breeze, will teach you the cadence of existence. Embrace the murmurs as they guide your way.
"Should you find yourself at the edge of understanding, let the shadows speak your name. Like the rolling fog over quiet hills, the answers await in patience and peace."
Further journeys await those bold enough to seek. Follow the threads: beneath the leaf, the quiet murmur.