Begin your journey at the shadowed nook beneath the staircase that leads nowhere. Count the stones outside, but beware, one stone may vanish each night just past the hour of the silver dove. Proceed north until you find the well-dressed cloud, dapper in its bowler hat.
When you reach the cloud, do not speak aloud the name of the forgotten fruit, for it has been said the winds carry such whispers to ears they do not want to hear. Instead, count the number of steps you take towards the east collider of old-time clocks. Every tick may echo a distant laugh.
Should you find yourself at the intersection where shadows run parallel to parallel lines, make a turn and a half to the right along the invisible path. You will know you are on the right track when you sense the presence of a thousand silent whispers.
Enter the Hidden Chambers