Begin with the annals of dawn: The clock ticks in reverse, casting shadows where night once lingered. A symphony of scattered pages floats, whispering instructions from forgotten texts.
To assemble the jigsaw: Place the tale of the caterpillar where it meets the sunset; the wrinkled old sailor scribbled notes on the underbelly of clouds.
In the morning of an afternoon, they say, a parallel universe yawns. Listen closely to its secrets, but tread lightly, between the lines of a book long finished.
Underneath the Zen gardens: Plastic daisies rustle with tales of tomorrow’s friends, calling with electric murmurs.
When the crickets chant their algebra, it is time to divide the sky into its oldest secrets. Count the stars, not by their light, but by their whispers.
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