"To the wanderers of midwonder, seek the ephemeral threads of the silken web spun by Azareth. You are the chosen capacitators of the unseen flux."
In the shadows of dawn's first breath, where the mists kiss the luminescent tongues of reality, the Dapesnymph shares its perennial mnemonic wisdom. Let your footsteps be harmonized with the quivering tones of the celestial harp, whose strings are woven from the very essence of starlight.
To navigate the luminal roads, extend your hands to grasp the unseen, and listen with the ear of your heart. For the frequencies of the cosmic dance reverberate in symphonious silence; a silent choir leading you to the path of ethereal metamorphosis.
Venture forth into the regions uncharted by feet but claimed by dreams via the inscrutable pathways: Tidasloth or unravel the fabric at Vaelintha.