Echo three times in the chill of shadows,
TANGLE the lines where yellow meets green,
and GLANCE away swiftly, wistfully upon completion.

53 keys, yet Non Open,
gentle whispers, clothed in absent dust,
fracture the unsaid.

DRIFT right 17 cubits and backwards 11.
When the curtain murmurs, 5 + 3 whispers, know the path.
BRACE the locks engaged in thought,
would that it remains within desire.

ELM surrounds the warmth of speckled dream
while paws of quiet padding eternally.
Open each to close, twice not once—and the seventh ascends.
Endeavor forward to encounter:
Door Song
Seek the Horizon
Echo Hall