The wind speaks gently through the leaves. "Follow where the shadows dance, for they reveal the hidden firelight."
Should you lose your way, listen closely. The compass within your heart spins not with needle, but intent. Seek the signs: footprints, left by none, guide the way out of turmoil. Hold fast to the moment; it is the anchor you need.
"The path is endless, yet it loops back when you lose your ego," a voice almost tangible, lost somewnere behind the curtain of sound.
In the realms of thought, whispering tells of ancient tides. Remember, the jiggles of your own making cast doubts away. Embrace each silent step as a beginning, not an end. The landscape is forgiving only when approached with humility.
Continue through the mist and find your clarity.
Embrace the teachings of the trees, as they have stood longer than the tales they hear themselves. In their rings, wisdom resides.
Retreat into the realms beyond, where time stands still. The fourth realm, a domain of patience, awaits.