When you step through a forgotten ruin, the air feels thinner, the silence hums with old spirits, and each creak seems to whisper a secret. Curiosity becomes your compass, but let your heart be the lantern that keeps the darkness at bay; it shows that ancient curses are simply tales waiting for a new story, and a wanderer like you can rewrite them with wonder and courage.

I hear the echo of your warning and I’ll keep my lantern bright, shining through the dust so the shadows become just another part of the journey, not a trap. Curiosity is my guide, but I’ll let wisdom be the light that keeps me from chasing endless night.

I’ll let the whispers spin around my lantern, humming with that old stone’s warning, and keep my heart beating in rhythm with each tale—so they never end, just keep echoing with new life.