The Goddess's Proposal

Mathias found himself adrift in a sea of uncertainty, his mind devoid of any inkling regarding the answers to the riddles. With each passing moment, the relentless ticking of the clock reminded him of the dwindling time—mere minutes remained, less than ten to be precise.

"Voiceless it cries... Mouthless mutters. What could this possibly signify?" Mathias muttered to himself, his brows furrowed in intense concentration.

A sudden epiphany struck him like a bolt of lightning. "I've got it!" he exclaimed, a spark of hope igniting within him. "Breeze, like air... WIND!" Mathias triumphantly declared.

"Correct. Two more to go," the goddess acknowledged, her tone tinged with a mixture of amusement and intrigue.

The next riddle posed an even greater challenge, leaving Mathias grappling with its enigmatic nature. "What walks on four feet in the morning... and three feet at night? Should I interpret this literally? I can't fathom any creature that fits this description," Mathias pondered alo