Beyond the horizon where the moon swallows the sun, the tools align in perfect disarray.
Observe the spiral of eight beyond the charred oak stump, where sunlight and shadows meet.
To find the golden wrench hidden amongst the crimson leaves,
Follow the trail of forgotten whispers southward until the third star beckons.
The odd hammer sings only during the silent hours of twilight; be burdened not by its song.
Seek the location where three rivers converge into one teardrop, and the winds cease to shiver.