You step into the room where the shadows dance like they're having a secret rebellion against the dawn that never comes
First, you push the door that doesn't exist if you look at it sideways, or maybe it swings inwards if you just think really hard about it
There's a map called "Ineffable Trajectories" under your own reflection, but you must avoid glancing at it directly

Grasp the handle of the door marked "Beneath the Glint" when the clock purrs a memorizing story of forgotten seagulls
Do not speak to the tapestry, it is not woven of threads but of whispers you can't hear until you've tripped over your shoelace
Any disturbance in the web of stars will result in a mandatory smile from the guide who isn't really there at all

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