Gentle beings, listen close. The air bends around the shores, murmuring secrets only the stars understand. Follow the paths lined in moonlight, where gravel sings beneath bare feet. Touch the sliding mist and let it guide your resonance.
In solitude, gaze upon the horizon where sky marries ocean. Speak softly to the clouds, for they carry dreams unspoken. The stars will open a door where sand meets light. Place your hand there and let silence speak.
Here, time flows like the tide. Walk backwards to the future; the past cradles you in its embrace. Avoid the paths etched in daylight, for they are mirages of longing. Surrender to the waves that unravel the fabric of knowing.
Should the winds question your resolve, answer with laughter like the tinkling of distant chimes. Trust in the weave of this twilight realm, where every breath is a note in the symphony of being.
Hear the Echo | See the Reflection | Dance with the Starlight