> You’d think it’d be a relief to see some light in this near pitch-black place, but no. The light peeking periodically from the door didn’t give you that feeling. It made you anxious - it didn’t belong here after all - and whenever its pale white light pulsed through the darkness, it felt like it cut through everything in its wake.
> The pulses gave you a headache.
> The lack of the inky creature that emptied your Inventory of food only made the light feel even more oppressive.
“...Welp. Whatever. Time to get this over with.”
> You pull out the other Fragment of Epitaph from your Inventory, space rippling. Without fanfare, you click the two pieces together.
> The dead crystal slowly came to life, glowing with a pale white light. And before you could even think to catch it, it leapt right out of your hands, sinking right into the door.
> Click.
> The door slowly creaked open. You only now notice there’s not even a handle to pull on. The light hinted from the edges of the door is nowhere to be seen - the door only leads into unsurprisingly deeper dark.
