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As you step onto the right path, the wailing stops suddenly. The scene that surrounds you is that of a ominously misty graveyard. There are dozens of rows of graves, none of which have a name. You follow the path blindly, the mist is far too thick to trail of your only sense of direction. Through the haze, you see a circular shadow----that of a grave, but empty at its base: an empty hole without a casket. It is the only one outside the neatly established rows of tombs. It is also the only one to have a epithet.
You peer closer through the mist, squinting your eyes, moving your fingers to grasp the shape of the letters, careful not to fall in.
It reads "Exit."
You look down at the hole, there is no bottom you can see. You realize that the mist has begun clear. You can see the sky now. It is no longer empty, a red moon shines brightly over you.
The sky begins screaming as slits appear on the moon, opening into eyes all peering at you.
What do you do?
You peer closer through the mist, squinting your eyes, moving your fingers to grasp the shape of the letters, careful not to fall in.
It reads "Exit."
You look down at the hole, there is no bottom you can see. You realize that the mist has begun clear. You can see the sky now. It is no longer empty, a red moon shines brightly over you.
The sky begins screaming as slits appear on the moon, opening into eyes all peering at you.
What do you do?