User:A Helpful Little Gnome/udm/po3-9Mset1-8Pright-7GRobject-2ndLred

wooden figurine     7

THIS WAY Crawling, you pass over three wide cracks. You see your hands. The ceiling, lifting up once more as if a lid, permits sunrise. Yet the light remains diffuse, cloudy, though no doubt stronger. There is no point of origin, nowhere to find the sun or source which surely must be artificial. You squint. Shapes are out there. But like floaters in your eyes, they move as you look before heading out of sight. Where do you go? THAT WAY ANOTHER WAY THE LONG WAY WAY BACK TO THE WAY Or do you inspect? INSPECT