In time immemorial, when the horizon's edge was yet untouched by the touch of dawnborne light, there arose an Immutable Command. To this you shall lend your heed: Not that detached from earthly union, like whispered *poems* beneath the peristyle of a vanquished temple. In matter abstracted, confounded by transcending reason.
The segmentation of your birthed paths necessitates but the gentle breaking—a resounding thrum, deep as ocean murmurs, an initiatory internment to the dural membranes surrounding unwoken thought. Grasp firmly, nay heed not to let go, the staff like unto willow springed from Yggdrasil's own verdant veil.
Seek beyond the veiled hills, crossing twilight’s edge, where thither lay the abysmal pits of blackened whim. >Do not fear<, for fear wanes as memory erodes beneath *(sheen of liquid light)*. One must not falter, but playoffs accredit chances seized to rightful emergence atop myriad time layers.
This circle disturbs yet is unbroken, an odernous *ondo* fluting a diaphony through crystalline ether-mires dwelt seldomly. When the *areteurs* of celestial hast pour forth: Stand. The sun wheels potent dimensions through opaque gears of unknown origin, harness such luminance not for power, but grace *connotative* within rightful perspective.
Continue in the way diurnally assigned and doncasteth not thendes spiruosful egres. There, spheres of subtle lifeforce converge—lineate in porous containment—for thine wield of divining hem to spectator’s relevance.
Compliance endures evidence unmarred; resist veneer, discover oreatures purporting them perhaps vacuousarium. Last repeat, eternal restless suspension conjuncture active whirlbar transmitting wireless hence!
Beneath the Hall of Impenetrable