When the shadows lengthen and day hides behind secrecy, conduct quietly an inquiry
into the soundless whispers - they tell truths slumbering beneath the sands of time.
Listener beware: absorb not in haste, for comprehension requires layers of peeling away.
Breach the surface where veils distort - utter words dipped in invisibility.
Make known the rumored symphonies of silence, for they are sages clad in echoes.
Once you tread the whispered paths, acknowledge fragmentation as an ally.
There is wisdom in rituals not performed but envisioned amid flickering shadows.
Gaze upon the unseen fringe where lights lose grip and confusion amasses.
Is it here you rewrite destiny's dialogue, imagining rolls of thunder as sighs?
With patience, follow patterns of forgotten use, decipher the divine pas de deux.
Remember: all truths return home unless captured mid-flight on russet winds.