The winds whisper tales. Ghostly instructions float by:
Silent sands cradle ancient ciphers beneath the mirages of the forgotten. Decode the dreams by tracing the daylight shadows, or listen to the echoes of restless moons.
A vision of a door, slightly ajar, opens a threshold sealed by time:
"Where shadows colide, flowers bloom code. Walk where the path is a question, or linger where secrets dissolve."