Begin your sundry voyage at the coiling root of a silver-tailed willow. With petals caught in perpetual dance, turn thrice to the right and whisper the name of the moon’s reflection in the still waters.
Move not until the shadows of twelve forgotten somnambulists grace your path from beyond the veil of whispered secrets, and when their silent hymn begins, traverse the fourth crescent of the labyrinth's orbital course.
What color is the sound of rain upon a sky of opaque dreams? Does it ripple or does it rest, like the feather of a slumbering phoenix concealed in the ebon folds of twilight?
Continue your odyssey through this ephemeral realm, guided by the echoes of unspoken words. Gaze upon the
Should you wish to unfurl the tapestry of riddles spun by the ages, step lightly into the glimmering portal that beckons from the edge of consciousness.
The wind speaks not to the deaf willows, yet they dance alongside the unseen lyre. What song do the voiceless weep into the skies?
Traverse with purpose, or without, as you encounter the ever-shifting labyrinth. Your footprints upon the dew-soft grass are but shadows in time's endless corridor.
Explore further within the maze or perhaps take a moment to ponder the contorted paths untraveled.