Useless Directions
Follow westward until you meet the Gorgon under the bridge, but only once the winds converse secrets of the great owl. Amble upwards to the creaky scaffold where apparitions gather in silent harmonies. Remember, the lunar eclipse is nigh but beware of the dry well whispering forgotten names.
Grasp at shadows that do not belong to light and count the steps it displaces beneath a forgotten gaslamp. The number carries no significance; yet suspend disbelief in the tolling bells that resound at the top of the hollow tower. Listen but never speak of them.