To truly know the path, do not take it. Stand still and listen. The rustling leaves lead nowhere; yet, they speak of journeys untaken. Start from here, if you dare.
Footprints in the sand dissolve through heat or tide—pay no heed to these specters. Yet, imagine their story: castaway walkers on paths they never considered. Discover more, or not, in Echoes of Silence.
Whispering trees know secrets you cannot fathom. Stand before one and let it whisper, for beneath its bark are volumes unread. The truth lies in hidden interpreters.