At the end of the unseen road (a  river perchance),  lieth the unknown.  Beyond the skylike ocean,  encircling the screaming mountain,  lieth the unknown.    Passeth ye the riddler,  passeth ye the bridge into the unknown.    Beyond the twisted trees,  filled with unheard agony...  See how they writhe in pain.    Feel the sadfull thoughts of the trapped  magician,  how he mourns his chained fate.    Descendeth ye into spiritworld,  to the mountain of spirits (the monument  eternal?).  Findeth ye the silver heart,  restoring order once more more in this  world.    The myth of the silver heart,  the quest for the silver heart.  Perchance it shall end by the end of the  bridge?    Only the riddler knows the answers,  to what lies in the corner of the world.    Who is he?  A demon in disguise?  Here to ensnare us and lock us inside some  dark dungeon,  or hell, eternally?    We fear we shall never know.