Neurysl stood frozen like a mere speck of dust lost in the infinite cosmos. Before him, the magnificent vista of a grand new world unfolded.
Neurysl thinks "could it be? Was the seemingly distant dream now a reality?"
The voice of the white robed man still echoed in his ears, a cryptic whisper half real half illusion igniting a fervent curiosity within him.
His eyes lingered lovingly on each gnarled ancient tree. Their branches are like staunch warriors, stretched forth to face the winds and frost with defiant grace.
His gaze followed the free roaming clouds drifting languidly across the sky.
In that mystical moment, it seemed as if every line and contour of the landscape sought to etch itself into his soul becoming an eternal and indelible memory.
After a moment, Neurysl's voice emerged, soft.
"It's so magical, nothing like the descriptions i've ever read in books..."
The old man smiled, a smile as warm and penetrating as the morning sun. His gaze didn't just rest on Neurysl's face, it was as if an invisible beam of light pierced directly into the depths of Neurysl's heart, to the place where all his doubts and aspirations resided.
"Oi chosen one, the path you seek and the truth you long for are not shallow words that i can bestow upon you. They are hidden within your own thoughts and the courage, to trace the source of every entanglement in your heart to its very end."
The old man's eyes held an ocean of encouragement, urging Neurysl to step toward a great discovery. Neurysl is just stand there, listening intently to every word.
"Take your first step, young traveler, this vast world is like a boundless scripture, every gust of wind, every river, every encounter is a new page. Use your feet to measure your stories, your eyes to gather its essence, and your heart to feel its subtle mystery. This immense world with its countless unpredictable transformations, will, on its own accord, answer the questions you hold."
The white robed man raised his hands. Curiously, between his palms, a small sphere began to appear flickering like a firefly lost in the night.
Its ethereal light trembled like the faint breath of an oil lamp in the wind. The orb hovered, rotating slowly, its soft glow illuminating Neurysl's face, filled with bewilderment and doubt.
"Come closer, young man."
The voice was too clear... As if the very concept of hoarseness couldn't touch this old man. It carried an ancient resonance that echoed through the space.
"But remember this one thing carefully. The path you choose has no wide shortcuts, nor any enlightened master to lead you to perfect fulfillment. Every step you take is a solitary one, a unique journey that no one else can share or bear for you."
In Neurysl's mind, there is an indescribable uncertainty arose mixed with an insatiable curiosity before this mystical sight.
"No one..."