Stand here at the crossroads, where paths split like sinews across a tide of night. Concealment is the guise of wisdom—let the invisible script guide your hand. Rest your intent upon symbols etched by moonfire.
It is whispered that choice amid the crossing requires more than simple sight. Gaze not at what is apparent, but rather at what trembles unseen in the dusk. There lies the truth, draped in shadow, waiting to be noticed by those who dare to look beyond the veil.
Unfold the Mystery