Venture forth, but heed these words: to the left of the sunken clock, where time ceases to tick, there lies the forgotten key to solace.
North of the withered tree, whose leaves weep crimson tears, you may find sorrow's shadow. It whispers secrets of the void.
Trace your steps backwards thrice, and upon the fourth dawn, beneath the stone that never warms, destiny awaits.
Crescent Murmurs