While crossing the Fields to the West
I come across a Stone Statue, grim with Spikes
Demanding to know of Me, of My Intentions
the Woods of non-Life can not, will not
be entered by Those with Tainted Blood
I ask to be let in, this Knowledge would make me Pure
Sharp sound, clamor of Bells
The Landscape distorts and twists
Eaten by the Trolls
Regurgitated and maimed
Hunted by the Beasts
I learned the meaning of Attention without Fear
The Dreams intensify in the Deeper Circles of that area
Towers, tombs, lost artifacts
A Twilight Realm of Magical Life