Do you hear its gentle murmurings? It carries the ancient knowledge clothed within traces of whispers. Allow the breeze to guide you, for it speaks in hushed tones from the folds of absence, where shadows linger as quiet keepers of light.
Step gently on the path of ceaseless inquiry, as the shadows offer lessons on the art of unseen understanding. Feel the breeze brush through the fabric of your being, directing breathless hints, coaxing reluctance towards acceptance.
"Listen… and learn to unlearn," say those who dwell behind the color of emptiness.
In the flicker of imagination, the shadowy outlines of existence suggest a ritual of the breeze—a ceremony for those who humbly seek.
If one pays close attention, the shadowy figures sharing sorrows of light reveal horizons untouched by conscious tread.
Breathe against the soulful caress of the eternal winds.