Begin with the curtain waves, listen to them breathe; the ocean, endless. Move south by southeast from the apex of a whispered seashell. Westwards lies the lighthouse without lantern nor light; find solace in its shadows cast amiss at dawn.
Retrieve the lost mosaic of Alfredo, the snail once too wary of tides, his shell a compass. Simmer whispers to bronze while collecting star-shaped aggregates on your left shoulder. A parrot's flight echoes a forgotten tune, half-soursweet with autumnal nostalgia.
Suddenly, the grains of sand morph into tales untold, intricate designs under your feet - waltzing with the rhythm of the waves crashing against unseen rocks. A North Star emerges, its glow contrary and indifferent.
Go inland to seek Avanti, the merboy with rum soaked stories.