The HIDDENS
The next riddle appeared: *The more of me you take, the more you leave behind.
“Footsteps,” I said, moving to the next platform.
But the third riddle stumped me: *I’m light as a feather, yet the strongest person can’t hold me for long.*
I hesitated too long, and the platform beneath me crumbled. I fell, the void swallowing me whole—
Until a hand reached out, pulling me back.
“Another chance,” Esther’s voice said, echoing in the void.
The platform reformed beneath me, and I tried again, my heart racing. “Breath,” I said finally, stepping onto the correct platform.
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