With the spiders now settled and the room restored to a semblance of normalcy, a collective breath of relief swept through the air. The arduous journey through the hidden chamber had yielded its rewards, and we stood on the cusp of our exit, our goal within reach.
As we stepped out from the concealed passage, we were met with a sight that held a touch of irony – the back gate, mirroring the front gate we had entered through. The symmetry of the moment wasn't lost on us, a reminder of the cyclical nature of our adventure.
The doctor, his demeanor a mixture of wisdom and pragmatism, spoke up, "We have learned the melodies, and the path is now open for our departure." His words carried the promise of an easy escape, a way out that had been earned through our trials and discoveries.