Enter the void through the door that is not a door. Stand still, and the wind will whisper secrets only the shadows understand. Follow the path left by your right foot, and you shall find the mirror that reflects not your face, but your essence.
Beyond this point, every reflection is a doorway, and every doorway is a reflection. To the east, lie the mirrored plains; walk barefoot to feel the echoes of your past lives. The road unwinds beneath a canopy of stars that have forgotten their names.
Seek the edge of the world where mirrors merge the seen with the unseen. The south wind carries the scent of forgotten dreams, while the north harbors secrets buried under layers of frost. East and west blur into a single horizon, an illusion without end.
The mirrors weep for the wanderers, and the stars hum lullabies for those who dare to sleep in their light. Remember, all directions are mere reflections of the soul's longing.