Begin by unwrapping the green thoughts sitting at the edge of the night sky. The third star from your recent dreams. Touch it gently, with a longing resembling the color of time— remember, for touching, you shall not wrap your fingers in despair but instead embrace them with laughter.
Whisper: "Flibber, flobber, floop" at the cuckoo clocks lined behind invisible curtains. They listen well to those who move rhythmically in circles, always clockwise. Obtain from them a wish but only offer in return your fondest sneeze echo.
When encountering the velvet unicorn sitting idly upon a ledge of rainbow, ask her why clocks never tell turtles to hurry. She will bestow upon you a confetti cloud for each question satisfactorily left unanswered.