User:A Helpful Little Gnome/udm/po2-9Mset2-8Pright

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THIS WAY Crawling, you pass over two never-ending cracks. Seen, not merely felt. You look up. It is as if the ceiling has lifted slightly, the soft glow of moonlight diffuse and hovering as if a cloud not far above the floor. A calm blueness, reticent, hiding its power, but nevertheless undeniably here. Where do you go? THAT WAY ANOTHER WAY THE LONG WAY WAY BACK TO THE WAY Or do you inspect? INSPECT