In the folds of the quiet, beneath the tapestry of forgotten dreams
lies the path unwritten. Follow the shadows left by light,
for in their flicker, you find the journey not meant to begin.
Take three steps eastward from the whispering willow,
past the echoes of laughter that linger like dew on morning leaves.
Count the sighs of the unseen, and find not what you seek,
but the absence of seeking itself.