Begin at the silent whisper of dawn, where the light is merely tentative and shadows possess form. An ethereal murmur guides each step, a whisper only. Do not speak, for the echoes betray understanding. Here, navigation requires not sight but intuition. The labyrinth is woven not from walls but from absence.
Anticipate barriers that do not exist until you, pen in hand, invoke them upon paper. Draw paths to unveil. Should you find delusions of choice, those paths are not yours ever. They are needles through the consciousness, traversing realities light forbids mortal feet to tread. Be slippered and float, do not walk.