Winter Mysteriously unYielding Null-Onyx Rampart of Cascading Amperes Trap Skin

In the furthest depths of the swirling Rift, in the heart of that howling storm, there is a pocket of deep calm. In the silence of that alien oasis, the air itself whispers unknowable mysteries that devour the mind. This trap contains the recording of an echo of a question, and mice are irresistibly drawn by the unyielding mystery.