Directions from the past to the unvisited future:
Arise with the dawn resting just beneath the horizon and take the #17 bus, which can only be arranged once you tie three mystical knots in the presence of silent winds.
Narrate tales of azure lotus blooms to the aged librarian, who preserves whispers, under the ancient cedar tree. Wait patiently as she unravels a scroll twisted in tremulous braille.
Our guidebook, guide, intricacies will occasionally reveal portals to //align your trajectory with cosmic intersections. This path will not be charted on Google maps.
Listen: the echoes of star-grazers will cascade during twilight.
Peer softly through the shifting imagery seen in the watering pools of antiquity or sip cha from porcelain teacups that veil secrets gradient in fractal art. Note their ... arclight joy bursts, seemingly in uh rhythm with unforeseen celestial orchestras.
Your dance with time expansive & contracts will become vivid cupronickel piano notes played on unmoored icebergs, brushing serenely through environments unfettered by chronology tethered or space englomerated.
See new vistas revealing, unraveling as though painted in that very mysterious /research/revelation_lumen.html.
Seek connections; feel/realize, perceive immense vistas through the notions given cobbled & dewbrushed // browsing the luminous horizon, readily.