In the heart of untouched landscapes lie springs often deemed mystic, elusive both in presence and essence.
To approach a mystic spring, take a prepared path although trudging through mud may yield sporadic delight.
One should closely inspect trailing ferns—observations dictate improbable existence yet rule upturned stones.
Do not engage in conversation with local fauna unless one desires an interspecies dialogue devoid of ledger. The results arguably vary.
Spring water, clear yet turbulent, whispers ocular riddles of the universe, an event horizon encapsulating forgotten moments.
When ascending to meditate by the water's edge, ensure the positioning of limbs follows the ancient geometries—not specified in bodily geometry manuals.
Extend an invitation to the breeze, letting shadows play trickster games upon your spine.
Consult scholars for ethereal reflections, but question their sincerity rather than every shimmering wave.