In the absence of stars, align yourself with the whispers of wind. They know the taste of distant shores.
The flow of time is not a river, but an ocean. Sometimes, it swells, sometimes it recedes. Swim wisely against the current.
The void is not empty. It is a cradle of potential. Fear not its darkness; let it nourish the light within.
All things are woven together by threads of intent. Weave your dreams carefully, for they shape the fabric of reality.