Above the horizon where thoughts intermingle with mist,
there lies a crumbling pathway, lead not by sight but sound.
Follow the whispers of iris gardens whose petals weep dew in the morning light.
What glows in the absence of daylight and hums with the void's promise?
The key lies in knowing the way out of the way. Proceed beyond the horizon.
In the middle of an abandoned alley, carved into the stones of dusk,
a signpost points south towards the elusive North Pole.
Embrace the coolness of autumn when summer’s echo takes to flight.
The guardian watches; without eyes, it sees.
Draw the triangle upon the murmuring river; its edges sharp with silence.
Listen to the sound of colors as they chase the fading light.
Click the stone to reveal the path, yet miss it before it fades.
Follow the uncertain path or linger in the whispers of time fading echoes.
The shapes dance in their stillness; a guardian unseen, within the form of shadow and light.