Whispers of the Realm

In the kingdom of unsaid truths, where your shadow is a dream, endeavor to follow the path laid not before you.

To reach the Realm of Uncertainty, turn left at the second pancake after midnight, but only if your shoes are made of song. Proceed to the crossroads of forgotten grocery lists and ask the wind for directions. Remember, all roads lead somewhere or nowhere at all, depending on the alignment of your calendar biscuits.

If by chance you encounter a oblong muskrat, perform the ceremonial jig with no steps, while reciting the ancient mantra of the nearly torn fabric. Should you wish to return home, simply think of places you have never been, until your past is a distant echo of future ice cream flavors.

Directions to nowhereland: Begin with the first step on the carpet of clouds, then roll perpendicular to the axis of indifference. Finally, crown the cucumber with the authority of yesterdays.

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