The fog rises before you, thick and unmoving, as if aware of your presence.
Here, the old world falls away. Your name, your history, your footsteps... all fade into the quiet hum of something greater.
On the other side of this veil, the crows observe in perfect silence, studying the weight of your intent.
Nothing follows you into this place except truth, and the courage you bring with you.

This is the first threshold. Once crossed, the Empiric realm begins to recognize you.
Only those who belong continue forward.

If you believe the mist will part for you, then step forward.