Listen closely. The breeze carries messages from eons past, woven secrets that only the attentive shall understand. The threads within its fabric converge and diverge, echoing the symphony of moments untold.
To comprehend the dance of grains upon the eternal hourglass, one must learn to listen to the whispers. Not just with ears, but with spirit attuned to the sighs of ages.
Paths of Starlight Unseen WhispersIn every corner, in every shadow, lies a truth waiting to be embraced. The night sky holds maps, the ground itself etches tales. All these are segments of the grand loom.