Thread:Kat2wind2archer/@comment-26863232-20180211163904/@comment-26863232-20180616010636

Eventually, the air becomes chilly. It's cold. You hit your head on the ceiling of whatever you're in. From the shock, you slip on the ladder. The snake is wrapped around you and the pig, catching you before you plummet to your death. The snake drops you onto a platform.

It's as cold as ice, and as dark as a closed closet. But something brings a little bit of light.

Remember the rope you've tied around your wrist in order to keep yourself from getting lost? Someone had set it on fire. The fire spread too slowly to notice, but it's catching up to you now. Soon, you'll have some light.

Is the ground you're on paper? Will it be engulfed in flames by the fire? You don't know. But it's so dark.....