Begin with the self, in the solitude of morning's kiss upon the horizon. Each step a ripple across the still lake of silence. In these quiet hours, one must dance not with feet, but with the spirit and the ephemeral.
Instruct the self gently, as if guiding a child through the maze of dreams. Each turn you take in the mirrored space reveals not just your shadow, but a version of you dancing in reverse — a reflection that teaches, silently.
Visit the Mystic Twilight