In the dim corridors of forgotten wisdom, the annals of Schmitt lie dormant. Encased within pages odd, the key to understanding these texts lies not only in what is said but what is obscured in the shadows.
Upon the azure sea, where horizon kisses the sky, is where tales change from whispers to roars. Align the cycles of the moon with the patterns of the stars and thus unlock the first gate:
Beyond verbal bounds, a silent truth waits, patient. Riddles carry the weight of time; unravel them not with haste but with gentle prod: