Welcome, fellow wanderer. You find yourself at the beginning of a journey—a lush labyrinth where paths pulse with the cadence of forgotten echo. Here, the map may dissolve in your hands. Engage with the footsteps of yore, as they dance mischievously just beyond your view.1
You might ask, should I turn left into the gentle hum of invisibly chirping lilacs, or right, where shadows reshape stories? Let your fingers trace unseen territories that only the heart understands. Beneath every decision lies another path, a spiral leading inward.2
Consider pausing beside the rivulet filled not with water, but gleams. Reflect upon its surface—your destination is not outward, but discovery is within.3 Close your eyes, breathe in the whispers of pages unwritten.