Enter, but know this: the shadows breathe under the weight of your presence. Step cautiously.
Follow the whispers, dark and serpentine. Their language is older than the stones; it is soaked in the marrow of celestial nights that pierce this plane.
Avoid left paths that curve unpredictably, for they twist upon themselves in eldritch loops.
Dare not ask questions, for the silence is burdened with untold answers, kneeling at the masks of the unseen.