As the party explored the room, they were unable to find any sort of doors or other portals along the circular dungeon's edges. The scarce torchlight masked several patches of the walls in darkness, but Sigrdrífa's decision to bare a torch granted them what seemed to be the key as they passed along these darkened areas. Each of the four unlit regions of wall revealed text etched into the otherwise featureless slate stating thus;

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Silence the cries
Made by the dance
Of the
Tireless ones.
Here they stand with desperate pacifism.
Engulfed you are by their aura,
Roaring quietly.

But first, retrace your steps...

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In the wall she sat weeping. 
And with each tear her life went seeping.

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EMBRACE

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It cannot be seen, cannot be felt, 
Cannot be heard, cannot be smelt. 
And empty holes it fills. 
It comes first and follows after, 
Ends life, kills laughter.

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