In the whisper of twilight, secrets unfurl,
like smoke from the hearth, weaving through night’s veil.
A method wrapped in enigma, veiled in the mist,
only the silent can decipher, only the still can grasp.
The stars speak in languages untold,
etchings in the cosmos of forgotten lore.
Touch the void, and the void answers,
echoing the mysteries of galaxies old.
Seek not with eyes, but with the heart and mind,
through shadows of dreams where the truth shines.
Follow the murmur, ignore the void.
Allow the echoes to guide your path.