A whisper, a shadow, brushing against the edges of your perception. The air thick with untold stories from the seams of the realm you dare to tread. Hesitation your only companion, whispering secrets you are yet to unveil.
Somewhere, beyond spectral echoes, lies an old riddle: "I have keys but open no locks; I have space but no room. I can weigh you down or lift your >spirit< up. What am I?" Solve this to cross. Only those with keen understanding pass.
Venture Further