> Get out of this crevice and into the main room. Allow a moment to stretch.
> Can we fly?
> Check out those veins.
> Wiggle out. Hope all the sweets haven't ruined our figure to the point where our hips get stuck in the hole. That'd be a real punchline to this really bad joke.
> Examine veins.
> Examine stalagmites.
> Peer over edge of crevasse, assess safety of natural bridge.
> Assess flight capabilities...presumably none but we can always try.
>You wriggle out of the hole, which is a little more difficult than you might have liked. Perhaps normally you'd joke about how it cannot handle the majesty of your curves, but there's not much levity in your heart anymore. You emerge and fall to the floor rather unceremoniously and lay there for a moment, just happy to have taken your weight off of your hands and knees. You stand, and take a moment to fix your impromptu clothing and and smooth out your hair.
>You attempt to take to the air, and find you simply cannot. It is quite vexing, but you aren't tremendously surprised by it after what you've felt so far. You can feel you still have the capacity at least, but it seems the air just won't support you.
>Taking a look at the stalagmites, they seem to be pretty mundane. Most are only few feet high, but a couple tower a few yards over you, reaching toward a ceiling that disappearances into the distance above. You note some loose stones here and there among them.
>You take a look at the veins, and see in some places they have have crept onto the wall that the hole rests upon. You make your way toward the nearest one, your footsteps unpleasantly loud among the dead silence. It takes a couple minutes to reach them, as you dodge around stalagmites, but as you get close, you see that veins may not be the proper way to describe them, rather they are like dark brown roots that have burrowed their way through the rock, though you aren't certain what they're made of. You can't put your finger on why, but you don't really like them. You think you feel something odd near the wall itself, though.
>You make your way to the edge of the crevasse, and can only see yawning darkness below. The feeling of weakness in the fabric of the universe is worse there, it grows even more threadbare and crude. It would be extremely bad to fall in there.
>The stone bridge, as you examine it, doesn't seem like it should be able to hold up its own weight. You are certain it should crumble entirely just from being extended too far, but it seems to hold up. It vanishes into the distance; you think you can see some oddity in its formation at the edge of your vision.
>_
