Grim Instructions

Please follow my leads guardedly, place is a maze.

My dear child, be a keen observer, not a casual one.

Reach to the big rusty iron gate, don’t try to climb or unlock it.

There is a small wooden door at the left bottom next to iron gate.

Enter into the wooden door, be alert and enter the door by pushing it inwards.

Take the right turn and follow the stone path, don’t be scared.

Just walk, no sprinting or running, it could wake something or someone awful

Avoid your senses, just heed my instructions.

Your eyes could lead you into mirage.

Your ears could lead you to cacophonous end.

Walk the path between the gory obelisks and keep your sight straight.

At the end of the path, you’ll find a beautiful castle, don’t enter.

Take left and follow the blood-red painted stone path.

You will see a standalone green door, knock it twice not more than that.

Wait for a minute, breathe normally.

A dwarf with snow white beard will open the door, speak no words.

Enter the door and there my boy, will be the place you always wanted to be.

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THE LAST BULLET

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Mythology: compelling tales filled with Facts & Fictions(Part 1-Introduction)

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World full of wonders and vigor.

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