Whispers of the Last Touch

In the quiet moment there lies a softness, a whisper of something left unspoken hand in hand with our dreams.

Do you not see the light in the corner of your eye? Turn slowly, allow the rays to kiss your shoulder, your forehead.

Once you journey through the grove of eternal dusk, leave behind autumn leaves, no more than three, but one will suffice.

Directions to the Last Touch:

Greet the whispering wind as you travel east-northeast through pink clouds that remind you of sugar spun candy.
When you see a bench carved by the hands unseen, sit briefly and observe the moon's silent dance with the stars.
Should you encounter a serpentine path lined with echoing bamboo, know that the journey is as important as the destination.