To the seeker of the eternal pulse, listen closely to the fragments:
"First, you must find the shadow of the hummingbird, and there you will uncover the essence of the beat."
"The rhythm in the leaves speaks a language of old, one that the ancients used to cradle dreams into dawn."
"But how do we know the rhythm if we cannot see its form?" asked the one with a thousand questions.
Instructions are simple, yet the path is never straightforward:
"Remember," she said, "the rhythm will never abandon those who dance with the wind."