To the quiet murmurs of forgotten springs, follow the path paved with questions.
When the third clock strikes an unnumbered hour, turn left into the mist until you reach the Reflective Abyss.
Count your laughs backwards; this will take you beyond the edge of known colors.
Do not stray near the shadows' grasp, for they tend to hold onto whorls of ancient song.
Illustrations made of cloudy silk, intertwining tightly in the echoes of laughter. When unsure, hum the name of spiders in daylight; they seek sanctuary in petals of sky. In moments unmeasured, lean against time’s whim, slipping beside stars entropaedia.
Trust not the phantom ladders extending into nowhere, yet tread softly upon surfaces unchanged by sound.
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