Should you find yourself on the gnarled path under the waning gibbous, turn twice anticlockwise and whisper not of dawn's shiver—a veil stretched does not seek light.
Bid farewell to the low murmurs trailing west of crimsoned tombstones; pass thrice under brambled arches where the earth trembles under loafts unknown, lest you rouse slumbers long past.
To quench darkening thirst, imbibe the moon's reflection from the stagnant pool where lilies weep. Taste not of sense but hunger for night's embrace yet unyielding.
Tread steady across the unnamed orthogonal where sidewalks merge into deceased parables. Carriage handled by shadows await near the harbinger's eternal sigh.
Seek the edges blurred by temporal gales: Walk the dark abyss but blink not at murmured guidance.
Caution, those chimera-dust vagabonds sing back. The eerie yet ironic glee of spectral jest cascading unnamed passages:
Trail the laughing stars, igniting void beneath a fading umbra—vanity creeps.