Once upon an eerie glow, beneath the tree where shadows lay low.
Whispering seals of secrets kept: a portal waits, where no one stepped.
Reach thy hand, if ye dare, small wanderer—fearful, yet fair.
Open words inscribed in dust, in what you wish, you must, you must!
The blind dots dance on paper, secret hints in curious caper.
..., ..., ...
A gentle breeze, a ghostly chirp—hellos without an earthly terp.
Courage, oh little braveheart! Forward still—take your arcane part.