Overlapping Realms

We must listen to the winds of the forgotten alleys, embrace the murmurs of echoes that weave through shadows. To understand one's place amidst these layers, one must begin speaking to those whom time has left behind.

Step 1: Gaze into the reflecting pools found on the outskirts of your dreams. Note that you must approach them barefoot, to absorb the chill that will keep your feet aflame with awareness and longing.

Listen well, as the splendor of revealing sounds will drift like dulcet chant from the depths.

Step 2: Seek the abandoned clocks that scatter time like autumn leaves. Breach their hushed dialogues and transcend the tickstones of yesterday's vessels.

For once fathers' whispers become your allies, each hand they extend is a guide through maze-like corridors in this overlapping countenance of dusk's gentle embrace.

Stray not from the luminous fog of those streetlamps burning low, for they will shelter you through alternations of consciousness that mold the realm in scents borrowed from memory's sweets.