Begin your journey by leaping off the second rung from the top of an imaginary ladder.

Press the button that doesn't exist. Twice. In the opposite direction of your current thoughts.

Rotate counterclockwise around a non-existent circle for precisely seventy-six seconds.

The key to finding yourself is to look under the pillow of fate, but only after dusk.

Your next move is to whisper sweet nothings to the computer screen in a dialect only understood by fish.

Remember, to feel lost is to truly find yourself in the labyrinth of disconnection.