Midas stepped forward towards this seemingly otherworldly statue. His eyes were locked on to it. And his mind was too as if it held secrets that no mortal should know. It was a good thing Midas was not a Mortal.
When he finally reached out and touched it, a surge of energy shot through him, and suddenly, words appeared before his eyes.
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In the quiet depths where shadows play, The Source is taken, hidden away. Whispers of fate in the twilight's breath, Guide the path through life and death.
Everything moves in the right direction, Stars align in perfect connection. A dance of time, an intricate ballet, Leading hearts where secrets lay.
The Solution lies in the Ninth Tier, A realm beyond, both far and near. Mysteries unfold in the silent night, Revealing truths in the soft moonlight.
