In the quiet corners of the mind, where the echoes fade into whispers, the spaces grow muted. Here, instructions linger, half-formed, waiting for a traveler without a map.
To find your way, begin by not beginning. Turn left at the inevitable crossroads where choices vanish, and remember to pause below the archway that never was. The path will unfold like a secret not meant to be kept.
Pause and consider the unmarked road ahead, which leads only to itself. Steps echo differently in spaces untouched by sound, where silence is the only guide. Here, even the air remembers.