....................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................Another voice calls to you, a power from out of the darkness. It beckons you closer, to heed its words, and listen to its creed. Do you dare to listen to the voice out of darkness?

Not all who wander are lost, not all that glitters is gold. The door swings open without resistance, and the darkness within is overwhelming. It is a darkness so deep it blinds, a shadow that obscures all, a night that never ends. It pulls you in, faster than you can realize and stronger than you can resist. In a moment, you are gone, nought but a speck in a labyrinth full of dust.

Your journey appears to have ended here, alone in the darkness of a labyrinth, consumed by the shadow that consumes all. Fret not over the End. The End is inevitable. Nought could be done. We are but dust and bone, animated for a short time, before returning to our inert state. Does this frustrate you? Sadden you? Shed not a tear for the inevitable End. Nought could be done. Let us return to our own, hand-in-hand, and sleep forever more under the cover of night.