Listen closely, for the silence has a song. It hums with the unspoken truths of the universe — a symphony silent to the unsteady mind.
When you approach a gravity well of emotion, heed these steps:
Harness the pull. Observe time uncoiling, stretching like a comet's tail behind you. Understanding comes not from evasion but entwining. Dance with the void.
The void’s prodigious music conducts echoes. Tune into the frequency of your astral self to iterate and resonate, finding harmony within rage's gravity pull.
Once captured, once resonant, you must release. Soul and silence alike rhapsodizing: let them unfurl, expanding the infinite drift from whence you cam through way of song.
Reflect upon the vastness. The melody shall always return, circling back as a cosmos with an incessant chant. Your task, dear navigator, is to follow its bittersweet trajectory.