To follow an echo, listen closely under the third lamppost beside the whispering willow. Count steps only when shadows lengthen, for numbers have no meaning in daylight.
Wander down paths seldom trodden, where blades of grass sing softly, but do not hum back, lest you awaken the twilight's forgotten hymns.
Stand still at the intersection of where you've been and where you dream to go. Close your eyes and open your mind, for sight is a distraction amid the silent symphony.
Portal to Nowhere First Light Ritual Quiet Song of Shadows