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The Endless Trials of Cenote Jaja Gural

Two doors before me, side by side,
One hides the path, one shuts me wide.
I choose again, as I’ve before,
The same old riddle, nothing more.

Each room unfolds like ones I’ve known,
The steps repeated, carved in stone.
No trial tests, no danger looms,
But still the weight of endless rooms.

The hours blur, the walls compress,
The journey’s long, yet none progress.
The doors swing open, just to tease,
The mind grows numb from trials that freeze.

Four doors behind, and four to go,
Each choice the same, yet none bestow
A sign that something’s drawing near—
The prize remains, but clouds with fear.

I haven’t reached the fifth room yet,
Each choice drags on with growing debt.
Another turn, another sway,
As hope and patience fade away.

But still I march, though worn and slow,
Beyond these doors, I know I'll go.
The treasure calls, but till it's found,
The endless doors, they keep me bound.