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As in every quest of deeper purpose

In this also, lies a reward of great wisdom

I start my way to the Fortress

In full vigor and integrity

I notice the trail of shimmering stars

Hear the familiar howling of wolves

I am of them, my very essence is of this landscape

In a long trodden path that circles through a forest

My soul is eager to proceed

When the black ravens buzz above me

I begin to sense magic

A projection, sinister yet mesmerizing appears before me

It’s boney fingers reaches its throat and strangles

In an eerie moment, it vanishes

I am perplexed…

A guardian, a warning for strangers?

Strong mind prevails, and I continue

In the ever darkening horizon

I see the majestic black iron gate

Gargoyles of lost time

No ordinary storm is this powerful

It is the cryptic magic that has existed

Long before anything

A long sigh, the final rest

Gathering of strength

And mesmerizing my grimoire

Before opening the gate

No traces of wolves that patrol this area

Life has died here and only the stars witness

The gate to the fortress opening

Silence…

Shadows spiral in the torchlight

Echoes of a ritual crawl in the granite walls

Breath freezes…

No one has wandered these corridors

In thousand lifetimes

Darkness rules here, hiding in itself

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