Through chill mountains, disease-ridden swamps,
scorching deserts and the merciless sea, you have found
the cave entrance that has  been told of in tales of wealth
and power supreme.

            As you get closer, a cool breeze from the cave entrance
filters your way. Beneath the pleasant smell of the forest is
the undercurrent of death, too ingrained for the wind to
conceal.

        If you stop and count, you can make out the pattern of
tracks that lead into the must cave, but none that have
come out. Dare you be the first to explore and return?

                If you do, please sign your name before you do, so when others
            come looking for you, they know what happened, and where.
 

Read my Dreambook!  Sign my Dreambook!