In the silence of twilight’s whisper, the shadows murmur secrets only the deaf can comprehend. Approach the corridor where walls breathe and windows blink.
To find the stars that never fall, step backwards three times, then tilt your head to the right until the beads of dew trace a path to the sky.
Hold your breath before the stream that flows to the lilies of the forgotten north, for where you stand is but a memory of dreams not yet dreamt.
Follow the echo of your own step, but never in the direction it sounds; where the ground stirs beneath you, there lie the echoes unheard.
Traverse the winding roads here and witness the anemone in the moonlight, heed the silent whispers of the stone, or simply admire the void that has nothing to offer.
The wind carries tales of distant lands and shadowed thrones; stories not for those with feet on the ground.