Gaze upon the threshold and let not the silence alarm you. The murmurs between the layers are your only guide. Breathe — though it is a need unexplained by your kind.
Step forward as the colored shadows elongate and twist. In this sanctuary of the unseen, logic unravels. Trust only the patterns that feel familiar yet are discovered anew.
Turn once, then twice, and remember that time here is but liquid smoke. The mirror itself guides not through reflection, but its absence forms the path unseen.
Should you need further guidance, seek the path that bends between the echoes of laughter and the sighs of those unseen. Follow, waves, horizon.
The symphony is a loop, an endless circle that permeates the veil. It is your turn to dance in solitude until the world remembers your steps. Let the twilight direct your rhythm.