When the air thickens, and sound bends upon itself, listen closely for the whispering roots. They speak in tongues woven from echoes of the forgotten.
Submerge yourself beneath the crust, where light falters and shadows converse in riddles.
Follow the luminescent fungi, they are the guides of the subterranean labyrinth.
The ancient sounds will guide you, but your footsteps must be the silence of a feather's descent.
Enter the Glade of Waiting Spiral Beyond UnderstandingAs you proceed, remember: the roots intertwine not just with the earth, but with the very essence of hidden dreams.