lamulana/gate_of_illusion(eden)/no_map.md

A paradise deep in the fog.
Clear the fog, and you will be surrounded by more happiness.
Head for the Tree of Eden with the fruit of paradise in hand.

Welcome to the paradise of the eternally lost.
In times past, this place was called Eden.
Now it is an accursed site of war, where vengeful spirits are
lost, wandering the paths of life.
Those who enter Eden, do not make light of this place.

Simply wandering will not lessen the illusion.
Courage will grant thy wish--the courage to jump
into the illusion.
The courage to search on bended knee for a single fallen item.

One fool believed, in his foolishness, that he vas a wise man.
The fool flaunted his shallov wisdom and made decisions vith
a narrov mind.
He proceeded to the right without hesitation.
Another fool possessed wisdom, but his knowledge led him to
believe he vas a fool.
A fool who smothers himself without first considering
the situation.
He vent with the flov, and proceeded to the left.
One can only hope that a true wise man stands here now.

Thy understanding is impressive, wise one.
Be thee a wise man, or a fool?
Thine actions Shall reveal the truth.
In hopes that thou are a true wise man.

A favor to ask, of the one who disturbs
my slumber.
There's something I need you to do for me.
If you don't want to,get outta my face!

So anyways, the fairies hid the treasures I had
fraudulently collected.
What, what's wrong with fraud?
I <3 fraud.

It seems like the fairies made some sort of
giant face swallow the treasures.
And what better way to make one spit things
up than pepper!

[Archaeology Dictionary: Mural depicting a face]
Similar to the colossal Olmec head at the La Venta ruins
in Mexico.

The fool who relies only on what his eyes do see,
shall wander the labyrinth for eternity.

Want to become small?
Thou art small already.
I shall bestow upon thee this Mini Doll.

With this, prove that thou art
indeed small.

Extinguish the whole before the one may disappear.
This will lead you further down the path of illusion.

To the living.
It is not too late. Give up and turn back.
The illusions will only continue.

To the living.
It is not too late. Give up and turn back.
The illusions will only continue.

TO the living.
It is not too late. Give up and turn back.
The illusions will only continue.

[Research Mode]
A faint light shines through the cracks in the wall.

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I commend thee for reaching this place, wise one.
Now free thyself of doubt and illusion!

He who reads this stone tablet: are thou a wise man or a fool?
We must hope that thou possess the wisdom of a wise man.

Those who do not listen, do not make light of
the words of others.
To come so far, blinded by pride
at thine own art a true fool.
A fool deserves naught but death.

Unlock the key to the corridor that runs endlessly.

I am a stray fairy.
A stray fairy, who has been ordered to protect
the secret of life.
I have been protecting it, ever since the day
it was decided that no more life shall be
created.

My guest, has the
create life again?
You who possesses
should know.
You should be able
day come to
vast wisdom and courage,
to see what I cannot.

Please, free me from the secret of life.

[Archaeology Dictionary: Thc Tree of Life]
Resembles the Sephirot, a diagram of the tree of life from the
Old Testament.

The grieving bird cast a spell without the Mother's knowledge.
So the mistakes would not be repeated,
and the cycle of sadness would end.
The large bird cast a spell.
Should the bird die, the spell shall break, and the pillar of light
shall disappear.
I leave this behind and pass it down,
in the same state of mind as the bird with the face.

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The wandering lizard cast off the light.
Unable to bear it, he cast it off.
The light he cast off was the light of his spirit.
Lamenting his ugly appearance, he cast it off.
When the light returns to the lizard,
the pillar of light will disappear.
I leave this behind and pass it down,
because I understand how the lizard felt.

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The shining pillars are the child's feelings, the glowing feelings
of the dancing child.
The reason that the feelings shine lies in a very strange
treasure.
A wonderful treasure that is weak yet unbending
If this treasure disappears, if everything
disappears all at once, the child will be
saddened and its spirit will cloud over.
I leave this behind and pass it down, to
preserve the child's spirit.

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