In every shadow, there lies a emission of solace that guides the wanderer. Follow the trail unseen, through which truths concatenate soberness with absurdity.
Vestiges on worn-out stones speak quietly; trust in their persistence of echoes, for they are comrades until the last breath of stoic moonlight departs.
To understand what is never uttered, observe the trails of silent autumn nights. Invisible ink wanders this domain, text left unwritten between each stride.