I am born from thought yet have no voice.
Seek first the pages where silence speaks.

When words awaken, the traveler must know direction,
for every secret requires a guiding star.

The wise then mark their truth in wax and authority,
so none may deny what has been written.

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Yet wisdom alone is fragile unless gathered together,
stacked in memory against the darkness of time.

The scholar’s hand cannot move without the black river,
from which all letters drink their life.

But knowledge unguarded soon becomes prey,
therefore the defender must stand before the hidden truth.

Behind protection lies what appears to be nothing.
Empty to the foolish…
but emptiness itself is the final door.

Only then shall the hidden key reveal itself
to the seeker worthy of the Fourth Language.