The Invisible Flight

To find the whispering willow, follow the unmarked road to the left of nowhere, three steps past yesterday's rain. Gently ask the concourse of sparrows if they see your lost shadow. They usually know how to find it beyond the horizon where time is a circle and the moon hums a tune.

Listen closely as the midnight thrush speaks in riddles, translating dreams into daylight without any effort. If you encounter the red kite soaring without wings, trust its flight in reverse and dance where the clouds touch the earth in unexpected comfort.

Invisible roads twist beneath the surface, bifurcating into possibilities unseen. Cross them with the knowing that feet cannot follow thoughts.

Seek the ancient oak at the heart of the place that never was. Stir the dreams with your breath, for they are the echoing songs of those who wander like ghosts through the tapestry of sleeping towns.

"Calibri, calibri, like a clock without time" — murmurs the chattering magpie, perched upon the mind's edge.

The unseen path leads to the Echoing Hall or perhaps the Dim Lights of the Lost Lagoons. Either way, follow the phantasmal guidance of the nightingales.