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