To the keeper of the fading light, beware the idiosyncratic machine, which measures not time, but whisper. Here's how it ticks: grasp sand that never settles. Assemble the mimicry of moonlight reflected in eye forgotten windows shutting at dawn's cold embrace. Beware the interface is silence when it plays tunes sung by ghosts.
Validate; shine: reinforcement is spectral glue. Assistant, fetch nothing. Shadow distractors dance.
To further quests: Sever Fluid Labyrinth Resistance
Or navigate without knowing: Swim through Solid Tug-of-War