Not every whisper is destined to be understood, yet you walk the path fraught with tremors that sing your fate. Every step resounds in eternity's hall.
Know that distinct melodies arise where shadows meet light, yet their sources remain veiled in the mists. Seek not their origin but delve into understanding by simple laws: embrace accidental rhythms, and know when silence is sovereign.
The maze is not bound by walls of stone, but rather, by the confines of thoughts that assume certainty in transient truths. Allow your mind to traverse serpentine corridors of perception.
When faced with the labyrinth's endlessness, ask yourself: does the center matter in pursuit of horizon's end?