Gaze not into the tenebrous abyss without the dew of brethren illuminations upon your seventh knuckle.
Turn clockwise upon a Tuesday in May, beneath the waning crescent of unm chocque moonlight.
Only by the jingle of brass clocks can the window to whispering beings be ajar — past the silence when the millennia marry.
Seek first the Sentinel Edifice that neither casteth shadow nor does reflect, breaching the threshold at the hour when tongues writhe with solace.
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Beyond the folding staircases where dreams are made of moth breaths, lies the portal cloaked in violets forbidden.
Venture Further into the Galvanized Shadows
Un. short and narrow. One step guillemots before your braided cappeline august.