Serenade of the Silent Night

Lo, the chill descends, and we sing thus: the dawn, a whispered memory.

Turn upon the ancient paths of thought, where shadows delineate the true.

When dusk partakes of the day, it is time for the soul's reflection. Close your eyes, and listen:

These echoes, remnants of a time once veiled, bid you to heed the wisdom of the ancients.

Please proceed with caution through hazy memories etched upon your consciousness. Their lessons are unspoken yet profound.