As Tim climbed the ladder, he reached out to the traffic light and touched it. It was as cold as a flower. A train passed below and the acrid smoke from the chimney momentarily blinded Tim. There was a good view at the top. He even saw the dwarf who ate all of Tim's cookies. I'd rather go to this place, he thought, and headed in the direction of a mystical ruin that caqught his sight.
Hint: Find the ruin. Are you able to go inside? If your heart is pure it will let you in.
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