Echo of the Mystique

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.

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.