And then I saw them. Small shapes. Five of them, trudging up the new path. No, not trudging. Dancing . Their heads were featureless clay, but their chests glowed with ember light. Each one carried a tool: a shovel, a plumb line, a seed, a mirror, a key.
I tapped the glass. The code repeated. Then again. Faster.
The first golem handed me the key. The second, the mirror. In the mirror I saw not my weathered face, but a door behind me that had never been there before. A door marked with the same five syllables.
way-fay-dwt-kwm-mhkr