He who walks forward must walk within.
As the shimmering boundary of the sixth trial faded behind them, the scenery shifted with a silent grace, like the turning of a celestial scroll.
They now stood upon the lip of a pale and desolate valley, its floor swallowed in thick, grey-white mist.
The air hung heavy with silence... not a breath of wind nor the cry of a beast, they could even hear their own heartbeat and the slight cracking of muscles.
The earth underfoot felt soft, unnaturally so, and the trees that bordered the ravine stood lifeless, their branches looked dead and naked with no leaves, and their bark the color of old bone.
Stretching before them was a narrow stone bridge, old and cracked, yet still intact, arching over a bottomless gorge veiled in fog.
If you fall, you may die, anything can happen, The vastness of the universe is unfathomable to a mortal mind.
