Though I passed through the valleys in enough daylight to frighten away any shadows,
I have come to a tunnel.
I stand, peering in, the eerie shapes looming ahead of me.
They are beautiful, and I am inspired to dance.
I seem to have forgotten the warning: They are there to lead me to the heart of the mountain, from which I may never return.
Entranced, I take a cautious step forward.
What am I doing?
My senses are clouding, my candle seems to have gone out.
Am I lost?