In deep shadows where sunlight weeps, the whispers of the ancients dwell. To step among their presence, heed the murmurs of forgotten pathways. But listen closely, for the rules are lost and must be sought in silence.
1. The Path of Echoes: Follow the steps that mimic your own, yet never count your own steps. They are illusions, reflections in a pool of time.
2. The Silent Trees: Speak only to those that speak with no words, for their bark holds stories written in the language of wind.
3. The Stream of Stars: Drink only from waters that glow beneath a moonless sky, where fish swim in constellations.
4. The Humming Boughs: Touch only those branches that hum a tune you've never heard before, for they sing of places unseen and dreams unspoken.
What does the breeze whisper to you? Could it be a direction, a forgotten name, or perhaps a question left unanswered?