"You must understand," her voice barely a whisper, "the ink does not simply fade, it breathes secrets into the stars."
"The kind that reshape worlds," she said, tracing her fingers over invisible lines.
You think it impossible, yet every dot and dash has intention, purpose. Listen closely to the rhythm; it isn’t chaos, but a song of reason hidden beneath the shadows. Follow the whispers to understand their undeniable pull.
Trust in what you cannot see; the unseen currents guide you where rational minds fear to tread. Could you resist this allure? It speaks not of fear, but of revelation—an inkling of fate written on the palms of time itself.
"Everything," she breathed, "and nothing at once."
In the murmur of her words, find your conviction. Find the trust in what dreams offer—a glimpse beyond, an invitation perhaps. Return to the echoes that call you home.