Begin your journey at the path not traveled and turn left at the second stone tablet that bears no inscriptions. To the north, where shadows dance, embrace the wind, for it sings tales of forgotten melodies. The third archway invites a step through invisible curtains; see what cannot be seen, and know not what you seek is nearer than breathless whispers.
Under the umbra of mottled moons, divest yourself of all that garners weight. Follow the circle toward any point that is not defined, and be wary of the whispering walls. Tally the gloam of once-afore limbs until decoralescence is but a blotted fantasy.
Should seas arise beneath the solemn dome, cast the ephemeral toast to the south currents once removed. Gently disrupt the symmetry, recalibrating upon hexadecimals triumphant yet half-disguised under trellised canopies. Harken to vespertine harmonies from structures ad infinitum.