It's taken a lifetime to lose my way
All the wasted time on my hands turns to sand
Onward they wandered, torches lit, flames drawn, and the nothingness clambering around them. The third door was where they’d had difficulties in their last iteration, so as they came upon the newest configuration, the Sword wasted no time in gesturing the embers closer to the pictures. Shifted eyes, those of a tiger, snagged at whatever they could.
Symbols upon symbols, mottled and placed in a variety of ways – twisting, turning, pointing, ghostly, forest-related, and stars upon stars. Perhaps they were Old God affiliated, but nonetheless, he attempted to glean another viewpoint, another intellectual beacon, to light and guide their way.
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Deimos uses his INT for a hint on the puzzle.
Symbols upon symbols, mottled and placed in a variety of ways – twisting, turning, pointing, ghostly, forest-related, and stars upon stars. Perhaps they were Old God affiliated, but nonetheless, he attempted to glean another viewpoint, another intellectual beacon, to light and guide their way.
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Deimos uses his INT for a hint on the puzzle.
I'm fine in the fire
I feed on the friction
