As the traveler advances through the forest that hides the old paths to the castle, the vegetation becomes denser, and the light takes on a bluish tint, filtered by the leaves of strange, centuries-old trees. Above the branches, a constant murmur is heard, like a light, rhythmic breath. There, at the edge of a high cliff, lies the Silent Aurarium Waterfall.

The water does not fall in noisy torrents, but pours in smooth, almost silent folds, as if flowing through the air rather than hitting the stone. The river that feeds it seems ordinary, but once it reaches the edge of the abyss, the water takes on a pale, golden glow, like the light of a sunset trapped in liquid.

Legend has it that this light comes from rare minerals left in the river by the people of the ancient civilization, who used this water in energy purification rituals. Regardless of the truth, reflections that do not correspond to the surrounding world are sometimes seen on the surface of the liquid — shadows of geometric shapes, circles, and lines that disperse as soon as they are looked at directly.