Journey beyond the third whispering tree, where shadows dance beneath invisible moons. Take two steps north, then veer east: the path becomes a river and the river asks questions you dare not answer. Walk until you see fallen leaves form a mirror. Turn left when they forget your name.
At the crossroads of forgotten dreams, pause to listen. Do not listen to those who speak of destinations; their voices fade into mist. Seek instead the silence that speaks volumes, where echoes are unwritten songs. A compass is useless; find solace in spirals. Turn around if you hear the clock ticking backwards.
Do not attempt to capture the horizon; it blurs at the edges, alive with shapes that defy reason. Instead, relish in the soft caress of twilight, where every step is a drop of color in a sepia-toned reverie. Remain still and the path will reveal itself. Embrace the unseen as the tide carries you onward.