In silence, the glitch speaks— not words, but echoes of forgotten trails.
To navigate a void, one must first understand the art of unwinding.
Useless paths are paved with intentions best left unspoken.
Consider the unmarked road where the wind whispers its secrets.
Directions scrawled by invisible hands in languages lost to time.
Follow the light that flickers at the edge of perception, and realize it leads nowhere, yet everywhere.
Acknowledge the reflective surfaces; they offer no answers, only questions.
In the realm of the voiceless, let the glitches guide you through their silent symphony.
Embrace the randomness, for in chaos lies the essence of purpose unbound.
And should you find solace in these words, remember: solace is but a mirage.
Your journey ends not in destination but in the very act of wandering.
Carry these directions, or don't; the choice is the illusion.