♥ v2

[screwthatnoise]

A cold, delicate hand grabs yours and pulls. It pulls, and it pulls... there's a sense of urgency in this icy grasp, as well as a trace of reluctance. Abruptly the hand let's go, right as your vision fades to black, and for a brief moment, only a brief moment, your senses disappear. There's only the eerie sensation of weightlessness before your feet are settled back on solid ground again.

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Comments

Re: entry

[brotagonist]

[yeah, I think we're all beelining for that shifted dirt...]

Re: entry

[screwthatnoise]

"I don't know exactly... when they took my limbs, I didn't see where they put them. And I couldn't leave to find them... and then, they hung me from the ceiling..."

The outside is cool, but be careful when you approach that tree—