[ He stumbles against Avery; the shadow of him almost dissipates again. He's annoyingly frail in this form, part of him thinks, the subconscious and slumbering part still trapped somewhere, waiting to be rescued.
The cupboard still waits, an open door. It's easy to go through, and fall through - Avery will find himself landing on the foaming surface of a crimson lake, though thankfully he doesn't have to swim this time.
Rusted, bloodstained implements poke out of the frothing water like macabre landmarks. In the middle of the lake, almost too distant to be seen, there's something metal, hanging in chains.</small. ]
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The cupboard still waits, an open door. It's easy to go through, and fall through - Avery will find himself landing on the foaming surface of a crimson lake, though thankfully he doesn't have to swim this time.
Rusted, bloodstained implements poke out of the frothing water like macabre landmarks. In the middle of the lake, almost too distant to be seen, there's something metal, hanging in chains.</small. ]