As I stood before the giant door, I couldn't help but feel a sense of trepidation wash over me. It loomed over me, its massive surface etched with intricate patterns and symbols, as though they held a secret meaning, waiting to be deciphered. The door seemed to whisper ancient secrets, each carving telling a story that could have spanned centuries.
I raised my hand to touch the wood, my fingers hesitantly tracing the rough texture of the enigmatic symbols. The moment my skin met the surface, I couldn't help but feel a chill run down my spine. It was as if the door itself held a power that I couldn't fully comprehend.
I turned to face Nayara, her golden eyes seemed to glow in the dim light of the temple's entrance. Her gaze was intense and held a mix of concern and curiosity.
"Does it still hurt?" she asked, her voice tinged with worry.
