Murat’s mind was in a whirl. Could this forgotten world be the destination of his vanishing chickens? Had they been drawn to return to this secretive location?

As he journeyed deeper into the labyrinth, the cold stone walls trembled in the light of his flashlight, casting erratic shadows that danced across the ancient canvas. Suddenly, his light struck something. The air buzzed with an inexplicable energy, electrifying his senses. He found himself standing before something extraordinary, something equally awe-inspiring and daunting.

A looming stone door towered before Murat. He bent down to examine the intimidating structure. His hands felt the cold, unyielding surface, his muscles straining with every attempt to move the behemoth. But it was useless; the stone door seemed to weigh half a ton, impossibly heavy. Murat was forced to ponder its purpose – was it a safeguard against intruders or was it a trap, a sinister instrument for punishment? A small hole suggested a way to move the stone with a rope, but the idea of being trapped behind it sent shivers down his spine. Retreating a few steps, he examined his surroundings, his heart pounding. Was he truly alone here, or was there a threat lurking in the shadows?