User:A Helpful Little Gnome/udm/po3-e

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INSPECT The above, nearly brought to the floor, nearly collides with your head. Here the ceiling bends beneath the weight of the sky. For the moment stable. Stretching a hand above, the feeling of the ceiling is just like that of the floor: cold, hard, the necessary boundary. A crack leads to an opening through which you cannot quite reach. The smell of wet wood? There seems nothing to do here. Where do you go? THAT WAY ANOTHER WAY THE LONG WAY WAY BACK TO THE WAY