In the twilight of your wandering soul, where paths beguile and shadows speak, the ancient trunks gather clarity into the fabric of their presence.
Wisdom, a forgotten echo, flutters between the leaves — an enigma of murmurous melodies.
Seek not the refuge of certainty amidst these swirling truths. Let them unravel, for silence too speaks volumes in realms unseen.
Pause. Breathe. Listen to the fluttering of your own hidden wisdom, for even the hardest knots yield to gentle whispers.