Dreamer, as you walk along the infinite halls,
listen carefully to the voice echoing from beyond.
It hums an ancient tune—a melody lost,
binding you to its reverberations.
In the void, instructions are written not in words,
but in sensations: the sway and pulse of time
as it flows in the corridors unseen.
Trust the intervals between breaths,
where silence reveals its meaning.
Conjure the door to the slumbering seas,
not by force, but gentle persuasion.
Let your thoughts weave through the fabric,
until they catch a thread that unravels dreams.
Wander, seeker of shadows,
through rocky chambers and luminous spray.
Each step remixes the path before you,
a symphony of footsteps in the mundane twilight.