Arepo looked up to see who would greet them.
The land was now laden with gold all around;
Golden buildings, gold even lay on the ground.
Almost too magnificent for the eye to behold,
It occurred to Arepo that this was all of his gold.
The gold he had stockpiled, the gold that he made,
So abundant they used it for cobblestone pave.
The city was silent, abandoned by all.
There was no bustling or presence at all.
There was no music or food scent in the air.
There was no culture, market, or fair.
Gold was all that this grand city now had.
The people thought there'd be nothing to add.
All became rich, but with no one to work,
It became a golden prison for the mad to lurk.
"I did nothing at all after crossing your borders,
It was your cursed gold that brought about this order.
The power you gained from that mystical stone,
Gave you all things but left you alone.
It gave you no meaning, for you searched for me,
Instead of pursuing what could make you free.
Firstly, you must learn to love all others,
All things you have, have come from another.
Secondly, you must understand your purpose,
Without a purpose, all power is worthless.
Lastly, with unwavering stoic resolve,
Master your skill until it serves all."
They passed through the portal, back to the journey's start
With nothing in hand and gold in their hearts.
