In the depth of midnight corridors, where flickering thoughts remember only fragments, a dance is revealed. It is a ritual not taught, but absorbed through gentle echoes of forgotten vows. Each step a whisper; each turn, a shadow's embrace.
Should you seek to join this enigmatic circle, observe the elder shadows. Their movements, though slow, carry a profound knowledge. Maintain your alignment; let the energies of the room conduct your spirit.
An understanding is whispered in the rustle of ancient books; the right foot leads, ever so slightly, into the light's recess. The left foot follows, seeking warmth in coolness. Remember this; embrace the rhythm without haste or urgency.
Windows into the past are sealed; only the soft echo of the present holds room for growth. Remember that your journey need not tread paths already worn; it is the uncharted steps that echo the loudest.
Journey across ephemeral paths