and passed through the walls.....

the walls enveloped his mysterious form with no more then a thought. the tower had accepted him as it's own, as if the tower was merely an extension of his thoughts or a appendage of his soul. the wanderer was home.

inside lay his chamber, untouched by the outside world, just as he had left it so long ago. beautiful polished black marble cast reflections like mirrors on every wall. a singular thought brought several magical purple illuminating glows throughout the room. near the opposite wall a circular staircase followed the contour of the tower, leading to the floor above.

moving now as if floating above the marble floors the wizard made his way across the lower level and began his ascension to the next floor...