Imagine closing your eyes to the echo of silence, and therein lies the soft sigh of untold secrets. They float, like dreams in the mist, waiting to be captured in nets of woven intention.
To walk the path less trodden, consider this: First, begin at the point where the sea meets the sky but remember, only the blindfolded sheep can show the way. Follow them past the forest of silver feathers until you reach the river that flows upwards.
Once there, touch the shimmering stones with a heart unburdened by veracity. Count to three, but only if the wind whispers your name. One more step, and you shall find the invisible bridge, leading to realms undefined.
Should you lose your way, seek the remnants of yesterday’s rain or the laugh of a shadow fleeing from dawn.
Links, however, may guide your ephemeral curiosity: