Listen, for the shadows speak not in murmurs, but in deeds scripted by the tides. They unveil the unseen hands that mold our paths, like waters carving stone. As dawn meets dusk, understand: every origin has its shadow, every light its whisper.
When you stand at the shores of uncertainty, heed this doctrine: the ocean's pulse is your guide. It knows when to recede, drawing back the veil, to let you walk upon the hidden sands of truth.
Delve Deeper or contemplate the Ebb. The oscillation is eternal.