Begin at the top of the hill. Stand there long enough to witness the invisible phoenix rise.
Walk twelve steps south, counting the whispers of the stones beneath your feet. Keep the secrets only you can hear.
Turn east at the third lamppost, the one that flickers twice on Wednesdays, and follow the sound of forgotten lullabies.
When you reach the crossroad of blue shadows and silver dust, pause. Listen for the voice that speaks without words.
Seek the cypress tree shaped like an hourglass and trace its outline with the fingertips of your memory.