in the serene halls of ancient knowledge, where whispers float like leaves in the wind, a martial artist learns to withdraw from worldly distractions. in this preexploratory phase of their journey, bulletins of the mind are silently posted, guiding the soul to rejuvenate through the disciplined silence. it is whispered among the elders that true mastery begins not with a shout, but with the sound of one’s own breathing, echoing the heartbeat of the universe.