"Imagine, if you will, that you are at the door of a thousand rooms in a sprawling labyrinth, each inseparably linked to the next but eternally apart. Within, phantom lights lead the way, promising revelations that never arrive."
Enter the room when the shadow of the quivering light is at its zenith. From the center turn nine times to the left, then three-quarters return whilst pondering why the question you carry has always awaited a different answer.
Walk towards the intangibility of warmth, knowing the pursuit of comfort can often lead one to encounters with echoes rather than touch. Hold onto your unraveling truths as they slip through the cracks untouched by reality.