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You find yourself in a place.

This place, in fact, is somehow, inexplicably, a reflection of your own mind.

There are a few doors scattered around. They don't belong—they are styled to belong to other places. Stepping through the doors lets you visit the places like this that belong to the people you know.

What do you do?

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[worm-dancer.livejournal.com]

Sheeana sat next to her, back against the grumbling worm. Even to one trained to it, this place was alive with symbolism and her mind raced to interpret it. The little bubbles thrummed with energy that made her skin tingle. "That was what we were trying to do when we left Chapterhouse. I worry about you spreading yourself that thin though."