Before the moonlight fades, gather in solitude. Take note of the shadows cast by lamps—there lies an entrance unnoticed by many. Whisper your dreams softly; the walls will remember. Trust this path as it opens only to those who speak its name.
To traverse the silent waters of dreams, one must first understand the language of echoes. Draw symbols in the air with the ink of forgotten tales. Silent, invisible, yet felt by those who traverse these levels. Repeat until the rhythm becomes second nature.
High above the noise, locate the tower that rings no bells. Here, thoughts crystallize into patterns unexplored. Sit silently, hands folded, gaze upwards. The answers to unasked questions dance around this sanctum.