You approach the steep decline of the deeper path but slip and fall. You slid down the icy slope at a breakneck speed. Flashing before in wild glimpses: chains hanging from the ceiling, banners of unknown intent, and lattice observation posts.
Finally, though, you come to a stop.
Raising yourself on wobbly legs you look around. This new place is darker than the previous area; light emenates from some unknown source.
A blackened monstrosity stands in the middle of the room as words dance on the surface of innumerable objects; tar-like ooze drips from its body and trails behind it like a slug; the odious substance coating what appears to be a bone littered floor. The creature looks at you with its single, bulbous eye, and its thousands upon thousands of hands, its fingers randomly gyrating like a tuft of animal fur in the wind.
The place you have entered appears to be an informal graveyard. Decrepit fortifications abound in various corners– sand bags, barricades, and the sort. Perhaps, long ago, this place was the site of conflict. But, as you wander the vast space, words coalesce and you know what you must do.
“Ev’n them who kept thy truth so pure of old / When all our fathers worship’t Stocks and Stones / Forget not: in thy book record their groans / Who were thy sheep and in their ancient Fold”
[“Ev’n them who kept they truth so pure of old” manifests as a hideously elongated line extending from a large hole in the ground to the creature, who appears to be mindlessly circling the large hole; so these words traverse the entire hole until “Ev’n” returns to meet itself. “When all our fathers worship’s Stocks and Stones”, meanwhile, stretches itself up and into the creature’s body– its many hands and fingers, which you know see is the creature itself; it is an amalgamation. The placing of the exact words is indeterminate. “Forget not: in thy book record their groan” divests itself of its textual siblings and branches off into the depths of the graveyard, ending, maybe, at a large monument; though, it stretches itself, again, to obscene lengths, though in the distant dark you can see what appears to be various glowing insects congregating on the spot where the line ends and the monument begins. “Who were thy sheep and in their ancient fold” continues where the previous line ended. It branches off into various barricades and, in one instance, a series of overturned carts piled underneath humanoid skeletons. If you are to proceed further, it looks like you will need to escape into the hole.]
Have you discovered this place? If so, then drop down into the hole.