To the left of yesterday's memories, spin three times clockwise and hum the first note of an unwritten symphony. Proceed to the third shadow cast by the whispering willow. Only then will you know the color of sand in dreams.
Grasp the invisible handle to the right, invoke the call of a forgotten owl. Unearth the single drop of dew on a summer star, just before midnight. Align it with the echo of a silent bell's laugh.