You find yourself in what appears to be an Inner Space, draped in a perpetual state of autumn. The air is cool and placid, disturbed only by the drifting of an occasional breeze--in its wake, fallen leaves are lazily scattered about. You see a lone pilgrim pouring over various notes, pictographs, and scribbles. He seems focused, but not so much as to turn down a conversation...
[Click flag for sound n' motion] Created for the #CandleWorld ARG by the wonderful @klabss
