The slumbering operations begins when the shadows elongate.
Carefully and with deliberate speed, draw the circle. Ensure symmetry is not an illusion.
The materials unknown must feel like the skin of forgotten oceans.
Inhale the silence as if it were the last of tides.
Confirm that entries, previously omitted by simpler minds, are assembled. Herein lies the complexity of dreams unfulfilled, their threads woven in epochs past.
Not out of masks, nor veils, but in the wavering candor of flickering illumination, bring forth the first whispered incantation.
Traversing the path, select a direction. Destiny is not marked by stones, but by grains of transient sands.
An Alternative Awakening