>Return to the hall of statues.
> At least, go as far as going through the gap in the frond field that leads to the unstable room in the cavern.
>You step through the gap, and find yourself back in the field of pearly fronds. As before, the air weight down heavily upon you from all sides, leaving your ears ringing painfully. As far as you can see, there are waist-high fronds whose endless swaying creates the only noise to be heard. Above you, the orange sky gives way to absolute emptiness that you do not wish to contemplate too closely. Motes of translucent pink light continue to appear and disappear seemingly at random, with no pattern that you can see.
>You begin your journey toward the unstable gap, doing your best to retrace the shortcut you blazed from last evening. It is not as simply as you might hope; the fronds are as resilient as any field grass, and show no signs of being passed through beforehand. Still, every so often you find one of your footprints in the dirt, leaving you satisfied you are following the proper course. You are also quite pleased to have recovered your footwear, it makes travelling through the field so much easier on your poor feet. Time passes, and you do your best to ignore the occasional ache or rumble from your stomach. You try to count the occasional hand-limbed tree as you pass by them, but they are so scarce that you grow bored and lose count before seeing the next one. There isn't much to occupy your mind here, all told. After well over an hour of walking, you pass close by the gap in the center of the fold in the borders that runs through this place and serves as your chief navigational aid. You are pleased to see the work you did with that fold has remained intact; though you know it won't last forever.
>The rest of the second hour passes before the unstable gap comes within range of your senses; you can easily see the hand-limbed tree nearby it.
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