To begin is always to commence at the flickering edge of dusk, where shadows dare not tread. Await the gentle sigh of the north's tender breath.
Once the morning hymn is silenced, turn right thrice at the stones that forget their names. The path beneath your feet will shimmer only for the worthy.
When you encounter the riddling brook that speaks of time untold, listen not to its tales, but grasp a pebble and let it guide you through its endless murmur.
Anoint a leaf with dew stolen from the sun’s ascent, and place it upon your brow as a crown fit for emperors of forgotten realms. Only then shall the chorus reveal itself.