To embark on a journey, wrench a pocket of time unfathomable to ordinary measure. Begin with the looping sequence, an echo within cage-less night winds. The voice which murmurs from silted thresholds shall guide—so follow with eyes in ears.
Beware of deceitful reflections in puddles! Spin them counter-clockwise thrice, whispering the sacred number of hairs upon a frog's left foot. Repeat until certainty binds tighter than the feared shimmering veil.