To perceive the unseen is to weave through the misty linings of doubt. Embrace the haze.
The spectral guide speaks in riddles:
"Have you ever traced your steps upon the ephemeral threads of an evening star? The instructions lie within whispers, floating like shadows among the tangled tapestries."
Within these reveries, moments stretch and tangle into knots of self.
Enter the portal to fractal corridors of wisdom:
Broken Mirrors