To the left of the silence, just past where whispers turn to smoke, lay the pieces of your dreams. Do not chase them too fervently, for they might evade you with a flicker of spontaneity.
Twist the glass heart to the right until the light refracts into shades unseen. A symphony shall ensue, echoing the soft cries of forgotten yesterdays. Let its harmony guide your footsteps through untold parables of leapfrogging shadows.
Once you have danced with the silver moon, find solace amid the golden hue which kisses the horizon. There, amidst the tapestry of twilight, is where eternity winks back at the steadfast truth of your longing.
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Dare not venture straightaway, but rather pause to absorb each droplet of dew as it clings to the moment before cascading into the river of time.