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[withcondolences]

[You're now in a narrow maze with thorny rose bushes that seems to reach for you when you walk past them. the air has a dark and heavy aura to it, and everything is completely silent. Despite that, there are butterflies upon butterflies flitting around everywhere, they're probably landing in your hair too. To gifted people, they might feel like emotions and minds.

Have fun! ♥]

[oztensibly]

[ weirddddddd ]

[withcondolences]

[Left, right or straight ahead?]

[oztensibly]

[ let's try straight! ]

[withcondolences]

[In a few moments, you will come up to a left turn, and then another cross roads. This time it's left or right?]

[oztensibly]

This is getting confusing...

[left]

[withcondolences]

[Eventually you come upon a portal looking gate way that leads to the right. To the left is a stairs down a dark hole. And if you brush against the bushes by the hole, it seems like they want to keep you there with the thorns getting stuck in your clothes.

There's a whisper from somewhere, but it's hard to make out the words, though it sounds like "come... us..."]

[oztensibly]

Haha, I'm not that stupid. Why don't you come out?

[withcondolences]

[They're ignoring what you say, and keep whispering. They're actually pretty calming and persuasive, and it feels like you should go--

And then butterfly lands on your nose, and the feeling is gone.]

[oztensibly]

...

[withcondolences]

[The voices have silenced. There's a pull from the hole, though. Are you going to ignore it? The gateway on the other side seems desolate and empty, and even if it's less dark than the hole, colours seems to fade further into that way.

The butterfly is still on your nose, by the way.]

[oztensibly]

What do you think? Should we risk it?

[withcondolences]

[It flits it's wings calmly, but otherwise doesn't move.]

[oztensibly]

All right. Let's leave then.

[withcondolences]

[There's a faded chuckle in the air, almost approving, but then the butterfly flutters up in the air, away from Oz, and again, all is silent.]

[oztensibly]

This place could really use a gardener.

[retracing his steps]