Listen closely. The tides harbor echoes of the forgotten. They speak in riddles, and you must learn to weave their wisdom into the fabric of your journey. What the waters whisper is not easily discernable, for it hides beneath layers of foam and time.
Beyond the line where land meets sea,\\
A voice murmurs in ancient tongues.\\
Each syllable a stepping stone,\\
Leading to realms cloaked in mists.\\
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In the dance of the moonlit waves,\\
Threads of fate intertwine and diverge.\\
Listen to the song of the tide,\\
And grasp the wisdom of its song.\\
The hidden paths are not marked on maps; they are etched in shadows cast by starlight. Follow their winding courses and observe the signs written in the sand. Know that every grain is a lesson; every wave, a teacher.
In time, you will understand the whispers. You will see the hidden knots untie themselves, revealing what was either at the beginning or the end of your quest. Remember, the reality is not a straight path but a labyrinth of whispers.