In the corners of forgotten alleys and beneath the camellia-ed towers, there exists a dance—a shadow dance that pirouettes in the twilight. Here, the sycamore trees whisper secrets only the moon dares to unveil.
Step lightly upon the silver-forged pathway, aligned not with the stars above but with the murmurs of your inner serenade. For when the first crow caws under the purple dawn, count six involuntary blinks, or more if fortune permits.
Traverse westward—though not truly west—past the wooden door unhinged by neither wind nor specter, and there a bench will await, carved not with names but with ancient runic symbols that shun comprehension.
Await the second hour bell not tolled, and at that moment, close thine eyes to the ebb and flow of realms unseen. Thus, shall you find a path that, once taken, loops a dance eternal and joyous... or so it is said by the bearded men of dusk.
Venture further into the labyrinth of ethereal hues by clicking upon the enigmatic lamppost at midnight. Or read the unsung ballads of the night: Liquid Whisper or explore another shadowy realm: Celestial Mirage.