Step gently into the mists, dear traveler. They tell tales the earth below has forgotten, and the skies above seldom hear.
Firstly, observe with no eyes for perception lies in the heart. Clouds narrate stories when silence envelops your existence like morning fog.
Secondly, listen with your very essence. Each shift and shimmer of cloud forms pulsates with energy — a language composed of ether and dreams. Strain not but immerse in this cosmic symphony.
When the winds howl, and shadows dance, know that the clouds cradle your lost hopes. They will not return as they come woven in twilight threads unseen.
Lastly, speak to them of your joys and sorrows. Your voice is but a whisper in their vastness and yet, it is engraved eternally across silken skies as reflections of a kindly stranger.