Setka
In the quiet moments before bedtime, a ritual unfolds. As the moonlight filters through the curtains, the soft murmur of the night beckons a gentle practice. One by one, a hundred sheep materialize in the realm of imagination. With each mental count, their woolly forms jump over a rustic fence, carrying with them the worries of the day. The rhythmic motion of this imaginary parade becomes a lullaby, a tranquil procession that guides the mind into the realm of dreams. As the last sheep gracefully clears the mental hurdle, the mind, now free of earthly burdens, succumbs to the peaceful serenade, drifting into a restful slumber.
In the quiet moments before bedtime, a ritual unfolds. As the moonlight filters through the curtains, the soft murmur of the night beckons a gentle practice. One by one, a hundred sheep materialize in the realm of imagination. With each mental count, their woolly forms jump over a rustic fence, carrying with them the worries of the day. The rhythmic motion of this imaginary parade becomes a lullaby, a tranquil procession that guides the mind into the realm of dreams. As the last sheep gracefully clears the mental hurdle, the mind, now free of earthly burdens, succumbs to the peaceful serenade, drifting into a restful slumber.
Counting a hundred sheep: a timeless remedy for a tranquil night's rest.
