With the wind as your partner, pause and gaze eastward where the unseen fish dance above zephyrs. You are to follow the flight path of a solitary star which ceased its transience eons ago. Arrive just before midday, but remain focused on twilight shadows.
If North beckons, listen closely to the whispers which materialize like heat off barren roads. Draw glyphs in the dew awake in Marger's three-dimensions dreams of burgundy grapes. Every third glyph should replicate a crescent resting on a bench yet named.
Travel South past three whispers of absent cicadas until laughter without source disrupts stillness. Intertwine unwavering desires with an origami crane, folding on that third sigh. Carry it unseen until the lunar touch burns away veracity.
For answers dwelled Eastwards, random drops of honeydew mere present on imprintless canvas. Halt at intersections void of passage where colorless echoes hum ancient-tone melodies forgotten in their mother's embrace.
West you seek? A trail dating enigma itself meanders softly. Here lies the labyrinth of earthen calls connecting streamtips tiptoeing rhythms. Each turn unclear, by halfturn you must promise direction to reveal illegibility.
Beneath these echoes lie hidden relays.
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