Inhale the essence of dew-kissed leaves, and listen closely to their whispered secrets. Here lies the path of the unseen, where logic unravels and the senses become the unseen guide. Observe the rhythm of the world, but be wary of its illusions.
Your task: Stand where the light meets the shadow, and count the breaths of the breeze. Each inhalation a number, each exhalation a word. Translate this language with care, for it is ancient and forgotten, yet vital to understanding the unseen harmony of nature.
Secrets of the Wind Echoes of Time