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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 sunlight diffuse and hovering as if a cloud not far above the floor. Not yet bold enough to truly illuminate the place, but nevertheless undeniably here.