As you make your way through the entrance, you grasp a length of twine that leads you into the darkness. Whispers weave through the thick, humid air, crawling into your ears and down your spine as the string nears its end. An empty robe lies on the floor, gently moving in time with the swell and shrink of the ship's labyrinthine hull. You stand amid the remnants of an encampment...
...Glancing to your left, you happen upon a monument forged from empty cans. Around its base is an assortment of candles. Where the wax was from, you'd rather not speculate. Atop the structure, you find a ticket stub. It reads "Void-O-Mat." This may come in handy on your travels. Universe be with you.
...Glancing to your left, you happen upon a monument forged from empty cans. Around its base is an assortment of candles. Where the wax was from, you'd rather not speculate. Atop the structure, you find a ticket stub. It reads "Void-O-Mat." This may come in handy on your travels. Universe be with you.