In the midst of cosmic vastness, where silence reigns, whispers form. Attend to them, for they hold the key to all mysteries.
Decode the messages woven between the stars, where each flicker is a syllable of a divine language.
An echo is born of persistence; thus, embrace the void, let it absorb your essence, and in return, it shall echo your truth.
Understand that silence speaks loudly, a constant drumbeat beneath the fabric of existence.
Within the whispering mists of time, echoes await your understanding, etched with the wisdom of forgotten realms.