Riddle Me This.

Now that you’ve opened your little treasure chest, I have another riddle for you today.

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In the wood, beyond the ring, a figure waits for you

To whisk away to greet the fae with names the past once knew.

To breach the door and venture forth, a magic you must tame,

For no word holds more power than one’s long-forgotten name.

The brightest figure in a book, the first in every tale

Arrange for them in order and call to pierce the veil.