YOU FIND YOURSELF IN A DARK, DAMP HALLWAY. NO LONGER A THING
OF FLESH AND BLOOD, YOU FEEL EACH SURFACE OF IT'S TURGID WALLS
AGAINST YOU AT ONCE. AFTER SOME STRUGGLING WITH YOUR NEW FORM,
YOU BECOME AWARE OF TWO CREVICES YOU MAY BE ABLE TO FUNNEL
YOURSELF THROUGH.
The first one,
which smells like desperation and failure
The second one,
which emits a cool breeze and has a pleasant, maternal shape
