Navigate wisely, yet futilely...
In the shadows of the past, where ancient whispers clung to the edges of forgotten lore, lies the road you must take but cannot remember. Turn to the left at the breeze that never blows, and walk straight where the shadows seem to follow but don’t follow at all.
Begin at the point where dawn meets dusk with a whisper
Count to the number that doesn’t exist
Turn right at the sign that cautions you against nothing
And pause at the crossroads where never not waits
Convert these silent directions into echoes of unspoken truths.
By these directions, trust in the unseen paths that bind you to the stories never told. The tales of the future that dwindle in the present, just past the point of no return. Surrender to the whispers as they coax your ears with melodies that shimmer just outside your grasp.