To begin the journey, one must first relinquish the map. Maps are merely shadows of highways that do not exist, a paradox best left unquestioned. Observe the asphalt ribbons, slipping silently into the ether. The true traveler knows: the road only begins where it ends.
Turn left at the sign that reads "Do Not Enter", for those who heed warnings find entry unobstructed. Remember, thoroughfares of the unseen obey not the laws of gravity nor compass.
Encounter the frequency of swept sand, trails dictated by winds unknown. Like a snake, it mimics your direction, curling towards uncharted suns. Each grain offers a lesson in patience.
Ponder the unmarked junction, a carousel of dimensional crossroads. Here, it is said, that cherries blossom beneath crescent moons. Navigate these spirals by the warmth of your own inner luminosity.
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