The cosmic strings hum a melody unheard,
Rotate your thoughts counterclockwise at dusk,
while aligning with dreams of forgotten echoes.
Ever synchronize the fifth star's shimmer with your pulse.
When the azure crescent whispers,
trace circles in the air with invisible ink.
Align with the tune of the silent flute,
and undo the shadows with a single breath.
Directions: Begin beneath the noonwards henge,
transpose spirals into squares,
where gravity dances like a nostalgic ghost.
Remember, the stars do not wish to be found,
their light is a misinterpretation of time's gentle embrace.