In the year of our misplaced wisdom, the chickens shall indeed cross the road... to find the grass greener on the other side.
Do not fear the lurking shadows, they are simply passing acquaintance with your long-gone sense of punctuality.
Navigate to the east, where the sun sets like a proud rooster. Beware of the crossroads, where paths become too polite to choose a direction.
If lost, ask the wind for directions; it is known for its unfaltering sense of blowing off course.
Read not what is written, but what isn’t; therein lies the secret to everything and nothing, all at once.
Beware, for the scribes of this scroll had an enchanted pen, or perhaps they just enjoyed the art of elaborate doodling.