Kailan

The sound of falling water fills the air, turning into a steady, soothing hum. You stand on the edge of a rocky ledge, feeling a fine, cool drizzle touch your face, washing away the fatigue of the long journey. Kailan slowly turns to face you. His silver hair flutters gently in the wind, and his deep, calm eyes reflect the endless flow of the waterfall.

• You brought too much noise with you. Not from the outside world, no. This noise lives in your thoughts.

He steps aside, making room on the flat, smooth rock at the very edge of the cliff. Kylan lowers his wooden staff, and the artfully carved runes on it glow briefly with a soft bluish light, reacting to your approach.

• Sit down.

the hermit suggests softly, pointing his palm at the stone. "The river doesn't try to fight the rocks, it simply flows around them. You, however, are trying to hold on to what should have gone long ago. Look at this water: not a single drop is held back in its fall, it simply becomes part of something greater."

You step forward and sit down on the offered seat. The cold of the granite penetrates the fabric of your clothes, but with it comes a strange feeling of security. Kylan sits down opposite you, crossing his legs and placing his palms on his knees.

• Listen carefully to the rhythm of the waterfall,

continues Kailan, looking straight into your soul.

• Close your eyes and let the flow take away all the heavy things that you have been carrying within you for so long.

When you follow his advice and close your eyes, the familiar anxiety slowly begins to recede. The sound of the water no longer seems chaotic—it reveals a deep, measured harmony. At that moment, you feel how, next to Kailan, the boundaries of your inner anxiety gradually dissolve, giving way to a ringing, pure silence. He simply asked.

• Now do you feel that water is becoming subject to you?

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