Some of you chose the trapdoor. Some picked the outside. One enterprising soul chose to make their own exit. Those who chose to leave through the path to the outside, you face your greatest physical fear made manifest. You pass through the door but leave wounded and fractured. Your next path splits into three. A lake, a bridge, and a ladder. You can not see further. Those who choose to go through the trapdoor, you pass through inky darkness into a low tunnel. It will continue onwards for what feels like hours, but exit into a deep cavern. You have three paths. A tunnel leading further down. A tunnel leading up. A tunnel that goes forwards. Each a murky black, singing a single tune. You poor third soul. The walls bleed, the air screams. You have chosen to step outside of the mortal coil, your existence becomes stardust and ash.
T)(e tunnel t)(at's SINGING of course!
"= i'm the fourth soul. :). i stay still, because the best result comes to those who wait. ="
You remain stagnant, waiting for a change that will never come. The cabin is not hostile, you are safe but unmoving. There is no future without momentum.
"= ...hm, okay, i will humor you eventually, i choose the trapdoor despite my late arrival and relative advance knowledge - and then my choice is to continue downwards, my pan thinks that to be just right. ="
