(originally unshared) YOU ENTER THE LARGE BUILDING AT THE END OF TOWN. The card you retrieved flickered in and out of existence, but you managed to force it through a slot in the door. The walls serenade you in the darkness. They hiss scornfully of the past. They laugh heartily at the present. They whisper fearfully of the future. You venture further into the deep expanse until there is nothing. A figure appears in front of you. YOU ARE IN THE PRESENCE OF METOVOUR