In the cradle of twilight, there lies a path unmarked and often forgotten. It stretches between the folds of yesterday and the whispers of tomorrow, calling to those who dare to listen. The journey begins with a mere whisper, leading to places unseen and unheard.
Rumor has it that at the end of this path, one can unearth the secrets of the universe encoded in silence. But heed this warning: each direction must be followed without question, even when reason strays far from the logical horizon.
The silent echo hums a tune, the melody of fading stars. Follow not the shiny pebble, but the shadow it casts.
Strange directions lead to stranger destinations. Embrace the absurdity.