The sun sets behind veils of silver mist, guiding the wanderer to the heart of possibility.
There, an unfathomable tome lies open, its pages whispering secrets to those who dare listen.
Bound in leather, stitched with sinew, this is not merely a book but a key to unknown.
A passage unfolds before you: "The door of time swings, unchecked by reason.
Seek the three faces of riddling shadows that speak without sound."