To travel beyond the fold, align your heart with the whispering winds just before twilight. Tilt your axis 33.333 degrees south-west of introspection.
Repeat these verses thrice, but only when the moon is waning and the cicadas hum their forgotten lullabies:
"In the sands of time where shadows dissolve,
lies a portal known but unseen,
Beyond the glass, behind the veil,
in spirals of ever, never complete."
To open the door that has no hinges, press your thoughts against the spiral of unanswered questions. Seek the node of all, but it will always be, yet never was.
Infinity Echoes Circle of Time