Do not listen closely, for the secrets of the deep are uttered with utmost clarity and yet in complete silence. To understand, you must embark on a journey, a path crafted by invisible hands.
First, walk to the west until you feel the warmth of yesterday's sun on your left shoulder—a sensation that must exactly mimic the embrace of a newborn porcupine being cradled by an idealistic diorama artist.
Upon realization, face the mythical sun-drenched horizon, where sea dragons meet impending storms, and draw a perfect pentagon in the sand with a stick. The angles must conform to the deeply rooted principles of oat flakes and their interactions with distilled wisdom.
Finally, whisper the name of any forgotten fruit to the abyss, its syllables dissolving like syrup upon sizzling sand—a ritual undeniably important yet curiously mundane. The depth will reward you with echoes of shipwrecked lullabies.
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