The shadows sing silently over the land, where minds forgotten wait with open eyes under masked suns.
Here lies the thread, woven of darkened rain, that binds silence with echoes of long-lost heartbeats. Attend, upon mysterious whispers, instructions meant for ears not of this earth:
1. To the eastward chest, beneath the ashes cold, set the stone of lunar light, and whisper the name once known but now veiled in ember haze.
2. From the north, draw three lines upon the dust, circle thrice, all while dusk's breath entwines your resolve in ancient time.
And they shall rise, hidden nods to crescendos awaiting touch. They shall reverberate forever, in endless loops of harmonies forgotten, in symphonies unsung.
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