>Probably best this way then, ending up splayed across one of those roots could likely kill us, as unbelievable as that sounds.
>Remove other sock and continue along the passage, being careful with our footing and looking out for roots.
>It would be a very undignified way to go, at the least. You aren't certain how they hurt you, but they have most definitely hurt you.
>You remove your other sock and collect then, then continue along. Your footing feels quite a bit more secure, even though it's hard to suppress shivers as what little warmth you've managed to gather for your feet dissipates away. Twisted images of yourself are reflect in the walls and ceiling, taking exaggerated steps with limbs that twist and bend in ways that they simply should not. You normally wouldn't be bothered by it, but you've seen and experienced so many things in the past hour that it's hard not to be a little concerned about these reflections. Are these reflections really following the twists in the walls, or is there something more to the way that they move? Are they actually reflections at all? So far, you haven't seen one move in a way you haven't, but with all of the distortion around them, it is hard to tell... Nor are you particularly pleased when a reflection passes through one of the roots, you can almost swear you feel a twinge when it happens, but when you focus on them, you feel nothing. Certainly it is your imagination.
>You try to put it out of your mind, and follow the tunnel as it continues to descend and curves this way and that. Soon, you come to a place where the walls widen into a tiny oblong chamber, no more than a ten or so feet across. A few glass stalactites hang from the ceiling with sharp edges, each reflecting your face back with strange distortions. The floor here is curved inward, coming to a nadir near the right side. The tunnel continues to your left, its roof low enough that you would have to stoop down to go through it.
>_
