You who traverse the outer path, have chosen the box latched blue. Inside, you find an ivory colored flute made of bone. It is curved, with a delicate shine, a hollowed rib of undetermined origin. The other boxes fade as if mirage, and beyond the glade appears a game trail laid in fog, beckoning. Do you choose to stay and play the flute, carry it beyond the glade to whatever the future holds, or to leave it behind and move forward alone? Those who chose the deep, you enter the door of oak. Flame and stone beckon you onwards, into a room lit by faerie lights. They float serenely at the fringes of the room, which lay bare save for a single ash-hewn harp, larger than three people together. The grand harp sits pristine in the center, upon a dais of black marble, ringed with the skulls of beast. Do you choose to play the harp, look closer at the shadows beyond the edge of the room, or turn back to the darkness of the room prior, through the door that has stopped singing?
"= it would be no fun to go backwards :). however, i wouldn't say my musical inclinations are anything impressive - but the newfound silence makes me want to know why. =" "= after a long, careful walk around the chamber, a careful glance at everything involved, i shall stand by the harp and pluck at it, though the tune isn't anything useful, nor musical yet. i really do have to use my full reach - it goes far across. my arms are spread. not what i expected. ="