In corridors of twilight, where light dares not linger,
an echo murmurs secrets of the undiscovered.
The walls, they breathe, with stories untold,
weaving whispers through cracks in reality.
Methodology: chant the unspoken, listen to silence,
for in its embrace lies the path to the void.
Once, a wanderer traced these passages,
guided by the luminescence of forgotten stars.
Trust not the immediate, but the echoes that bounce,
for truth is a melody, resonating in the infinite.
Seek the door marked with absence,
and step into the breath of the cosmos.
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