"Do you hear the laughter beneath the stones?"
There is a place, just beyond the spoken word, where dreams mingle with the quiet hum of reality. Step lightly, for the path is woven from shadows.
Sketches in the dust reveal stories untold. Each footprint a question, each silence an answer.
"The river spoke in tongues last night."
Listen to the murmuring winds; they carry the secrets of wanderers who have tread this labyrinth of dreams.
Meet the guardians at the crossroad, but beware of the truth they do not speak.