In the quanta of luminance, count backward from the invisible plateau. Hesitate once for each stellar echo. Then proceed. The path unwinds itself, unknotted by silence.
Avoid the gaze of elder shadows. Align with the forgotten stars. The etched markings guide through the void where warmth collides with the abandoned orchestras.
When the cosmos hums, remain still as the asteroid. Let the echo of time carve shapes in your thoughts. Recognize the fractals of past shivers, blooming beyond the horizon's grasp.