As we departed Elves Chasm, a few of us stopped to admire the view, when a strange cloud occluded the sun, a piercing cool breeze arose. Our Guide cried out "The spell, chant the spell!" As instructed, we chanted a haunting, familiar refrain (upon closer investigation, I deciphered "Love Me Tender," sung in Latin, backwards). In about a minute, and for about a minute, our invocation succeeded. We'd entered: