Follow the invisible line to where echoes gather on autumn leaves. Turn gently, seeking the forgotten path that only whispers know.
To reach the unseen horizon, fold the day inside a twilight shade. Step backwards thrice before you utter the secret syllable of the ermine's dance.
Place your trust in shadows that yearn for light. Count the stars beneath your skin, and when the final number eludes you, walk in circles until dawn unfurls its melody.
Beyond the veil, the horizon waits:
The Silent Voyage
In echoes of what cannot be,
Seeds of Silence
And paths never walked,
Echoing Truth