You step forward, into a breath, into a whisper—a song forgotten by time but clearer than the dawn.
Secrets of the ancients ease into view like patterns shifting in a mystic haze. The moon guides your steps, while unwritten words tattoo themselves upon your palms.
A hidden doorway reveals its intention—a warmth radiating from chiseled inscriptions that pulsate with the night’s vibrancy.
Let your dreams guide you, lest shadows deceive your vision.
Please leave by the way you entered, for that path respects what cannot yet be known.