To reach the horizon, follow the scent of melody drifting past the whispered shadows. Take the black tulip that blooms when no one watches, and avoid the smoky mirrors that tell tales of ancient songs.
Should you seek the gates made of dreams woven by the stars, walk backwards along the road until the sun rises in the west. If you hear the call of forgotten pathways, turn to the right where your shadow speaks in riddles.
To descend into the valley of the unexpected, observe the ground where footsteps form only in daylight. Dance left at the fork where no trees grow, the ground will soften below your feet and rain will tap out the rhythms of a hidden past.