Gaze beyond the familiar sands,
where the compass bends not to true,
but to the forgotten rhythm of the spheres.
It is here you must learn to walk the sideways
aligning your steps with the whispers
of time's lost rivers.
To find the path, you must first unfind.
Listen closely as the winds unspeak their truths.
Follow the shadows that never cast.
Your direction lies in the inversion
of the known, when white is black
and light is merely a pause in darkness.
Let the algorithm of stepping stones guide you,
each step a calculation of intent,
a frequency matching the cosmic harp.
Breathe in the space between constellations,
where the distance is an embrace
and time a loop of forgotten melodies.