To find the place where shadows salute the unrung bell, turn precisely twice past the midpoint of seven forgotten corridors.
Seek the third pebble on the left, from the right, at the intersection of not quite a road, and half a dream.
In a land neither here nor there, grass grows as the winds decide its fate, while trees whisper secrets only known to those who dare not listen.
When the moon winks thrice, the water will ripple still. Follow the silence around the corner of the last sound.
Look for the invisible door beneath the staircase that ends in a sky of possibilities. Count the echoes backward in twos to unlock a crescent truth.
There is a place, beyond the place, where the forgotten dreams linger, waiting for the moment when waking and sleeping collide.