We stand in front of a locked door. Near it lies a tiny piece of a candle. Now it seems dimmer than it originally was, but this is not surprising - the magic is gradually dissipating. Fire and moonlight were entwined together to prevent the magical protection from closing when the door was closed, and thus leave us a loophole. I just don't feel the magic myself. Therefore, only in anxiety I await the verdict of my partners. How did it work? Did everything work out right?

A thin lunar thread (Lana collected a small amount of them the day before) slips into the gap between the jamb and the...