To listen closely,
one must forget the sound of the clock,
letting each ripple unveil a tale—
secrets held by currents unseen.
Whisper's Instruction:
Gather pebbles of thought,
round them gently with care,
until they smooth themselves into stories.
Pour water upon them
and watch as ink streams form
letters lost in the echo of time.
Venture forth towards the fog—
each whisper a guide,
each shadow an omen.
Let the river teach what hours forget.
Hidden paths await your feet,
inviting you to dance upon echoes.
Turn, then embrace the howl of solitude.