Take fifteen steps forward into the wistful of the unknown. Notice how the sun wavers in antiquity and squirrels muse over walnut affairs.
Between the hours of dusk and dawn, fold the napkin thrice then begin from where there was once no past. Watch the crimson threads.
Dial zero twice and wait for the mountains to respond, until they collapse into fragments of tin houses.
Ignore the clock when its hands grasp at minutes unspent, beneath a spilling sky, beneath forgotten sheep.
From here, a path diverges not in the woods but among fish pavilions selling dreams for quails.
At the Mercurian intersection, stand behind shadows that refuse to cast themselves.
Take this thread to weave the patterns of confusions into an irrelevant tapestry.
Perpendicular to your direction, whispers tug you on an unknowable quest. Explore further.