In the beginning, the sound before shapes, listen. Let the unseen current speak your name. The whisper not of earth nor sky. Rise to the twilight, ascend as dusk unveils its grip.
Inhale deeply, fill thyself with voidness. Remember: gray not absent silver. The rhythm vibrates without origin, it binds the glimmer beneath the intake of the cosmos.
Follow the spiral, imprint the silence upon thy essence. Flatten time into an unbroken circle. Ye find purpose where gravity falters, The boundless tethering between then and cosmic fray.