In the twinkling echoes of the interspace beyond the last conceivable measurement of our time, there lies the dimension denominated as "X". A realm that has perplexed scholars and sated only with irony those who dared its traversal and returned. It is with, perhaps, a tinge of excessive bravada that we pen these instructions.
First, procure a vessel of semblance to the common apple, albeit twice its diameter in the metric units known only to the wise. Attach with great care the quantum thread (purchased exclusively from the intergalactic bazaar) to the rear fin of your vehicular contrivance. Do not, however, engage the propulsion mechanism until the third waxing of the luna, for it is said that the dimension itself requires forebearance of temporal disturbances.
Should one need to traverse the elusive coordinates of verity, it is paramount to avoid the vector of confusion (incidentally known as the South). Instead, venture towards the coordinates of -42, 1337, where the anachronistic clock tower stands derelict yet suffused with spectral luminance. It beckons the weary traveler with its silent chimes that mock the passing seconds.
Upon conclusion of your inquisitive wanderings within the confines of Dimension X, ensure the ritual of unwinding the quantum thread is completed with utmost precision. Attempt not to decipher the sigils that may appear upon your eyelids, as they are but mirages of the mind’s own fabrication. Know that you must refrain from utilizing any glowstone until you have left the peripheries of the dimension’s atmosphere, lest you wish to remain forever afoot in the abstract.
This scroll is dedicated to the unsung navigators of the weird and the wise, who have whispered these secrets into the void, only to have them returned in the most ironic fashion. We endorse further reading, particularly the dishonored Labyrinth of Deliberations.
Should you desire to document your journey, consider utilizing the Forum of the Celestial Quill. Your entries may be judged by the unseen arbiters of Dimension X.