>Keep going.
>Continuing onward, the corridor continues to curve and the light grows a little stronger, until the tunnel widens ahead. You quickly sense the weakness in the fabric of space, while the familiar weak purple light glows from no visible source as you walk inside. The floor curves, rising to your left and sloping downward to your right. The ceiling overhead, as well as the walls before and behind you curve as well, coming to a point a couple yards to your left. To the right, the floor slopes downward some yards before ending in wall that is somewhat flat, but uneven. Rocky crags dot every surface, as do the occasional root. One of the roots is uncomfortably close to where you stepped out on your right; your fingers aching gets a little worse, rather like holding a burn close to a flame. As well, to the right, you can see an obvious gap, though the space here is an obvious place for a gap, but the fabric of space in here is so weak that you don't think it would be wise to try and open it. You also note that the wall to the left is littered with the remains of an unnaturally shattered stone, and that the opposite wall has a place where a crag used to be, before you hit it with a rock. They rest midway up the wall, despite gravity.
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