Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Greetings, traveler.
You have stumbled upon sacred grounds. How you accomplished this feat I do not know. Yet in your discovery of this place I discern the footsteps of destiny. The forces which brought you here are plainly beyond my authority.
As is customary for such transgressions, your life is considered forfeit. But fret not, for I am a benevolent host. I shall overlook your insolence this time.
You may linger for a while. But do not stray from the paths I laid out before you. Dark forces dwell elsewhere. You would do well to avert your gaze.