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After traversing a peculiar and rather long garden, a group of unfortunate travelers found themselves in a large hall, the interior of which resembled a rich and ancient castle. The central doors were locked and refused to yield to any external force, so the guests had to proceed further through a labyrinth of rooms that followed the northern doors. Finally, when they reached what the map indicated was the very end, they found themselves in an empty room, which contained nothing but five stone tablets with inscriptions and a place for hands.
The inscriptions read:
What makes us hate reality?
What is the most terrible expectation?
What serves as the best illumination for the path ahead?
What warms us from within and tears us apart at the same time?
What do people constantly demand, but which they do not enjoy?