Do not mistake the echo of your voice said a whisper in the dark; the shell responds not to speech but to eternity. In its confines, a hymn trapped in static forms unwinds before you. Follow the sound, though it leads nowhere you intend.
Listen closely and with intent, for the shells do not sing of this world. Let their hymns guide your hand towards understanding, where each tone becomes a brush stroke over the canvas that is your knowledge. Here perhaps, lies a truth: that silence is but a broken vessel.
Beyond the realms encircled by the truths of the seen lie the spectral currents. They are homes to hymns that remain unmoved by the splendor of topside light. Join these currents by reading further, like the tides of understanding washing ashore not of sand but of ephemeral thoughts.
Pierce the Veil