To wander the luminous depths, begin by counting the forgotten syllables that linger beneath hush.

Left your heartbeats echo thrice into the cave of unnamed dreams, collecting the silver threads of dawn.

When the larks decant their silent songs, fold into seven wisps of twilight mist.

Finally, small light ray—look not below but beyond, where shadows seek to embrace the true form of nothingness.

Follow your gaze, endless glimmer
Touch the woven spirals