Your hands, ancient conduits, entwine glyphs of silver and shadow.
Scheme a circle in the dustmote essence of the forgotten.

Echoes whisper of the {{coordinates}}, where time\">corr .._.... is fractalized and anticipation is dense.
Third eye spins, aligning with unpredictable harmony; clock's rhythm alters true north yet again.

Press your palms upon the esoteric stones,
Know this: the autumn fog does not always embrace warmth.

Gather spectral remnants and respect their hues, paintbrush of intuition directs vectors unfathomable before.

The kaleidoscope of existence obeys no 0.-362... chart,
once your feet have entered the shimmer.

Assemble woven tapestry where threads flicker in non-light,
avoid definition, engage in the resonance of endless threads.

The entities kin to dreams flicker, entitlement merging with one's .'inner cadence of howling fortitude.

Behold! a distant .22 signal, vibrating like sand on cosmic dunes.