I lead the party through the northern doorway. This room got much larger here; the ceiling was taller, the walls were farther out, and the ground was... gone. A narrow semitransparent walkway, about a foot wide and slightly luminous, reached about 30 feet out and met up with an immense icy wall on the other side. There was no visible ground on either side of the walkway; stepping off it probably meant death. The walkway was also the only source of light in the room, magnifying our shadows on the walls behind us. Across from us, the walkway dead-ended with the icy wall, though some etching in the cliff face was visible.
I tapped my foot on the glowing walkway, checking it was stable. Confirming this, I carefully and slowly walked across to get a better look at the writing on the wall.
time passes as one approaches the end
a step forward can take any form
outside it matters that face of the commands stay constant
there is no reason at all to be on the edge of caution
before you move, the point is simply to face left
Below this was a carving.
Through the slightly transparent ice wall, I could vaguely make out the words "Save" printed on something on the other side. I saw no way to get through to it, though.
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