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That's your body, silly! You're a bird!

You have entered 𝐀𝐁𝐘𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐋 𝐔𝐍𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘. The only sounds are distant echoing footsteps, singing, and the dragging of something. You notice that as you get farther from the door, the air seems to dissipate -- air is not native to this place.

Death isn't native to this place either, mind you.

But there are worse fates.

Ahead of you, you see two doors across from one another. One of the doors has fire coming out of it.

Farther away, a huge round-ish opening.

Farther still, a strangely shaped opening.

You don't know where that hand is, or who it belongs to. You won't die, but going through this place will be painful. Where would you like to go?

> THE DOORS_

> THE ROUND OPENING_

> THE STRANGELY SHAPED OPENING_

> BACK TO THE ATTIC_

🐦 ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇᴅ ᴠɪᴀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛꜱ. ɪɴ ᴀᴅᴅɪᴛɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴠᴏᴛɪɴɢ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ᴘʀᴏᴘᴏꜱᴇ ᴀ ᴄᴏʀʀᴜᴘᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴏʀ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴡɪꜱᴛ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴀᴋᴇꜱ ɪᴛ ʀɪꜱᴋɪᴇʀ, ʟᴇꜱꜱ ʀɪꜱᴋʏ, ᴏʀ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴡᴇɪʀᴅᴇʀ. ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘʀᴏᴘᴏꜱᴇᴅ ᴄᴏʀʀᴜᴘᴛɪᴏɴ ᴍᴀʏ ᴀʟꜱᴏ ʙᴇ ʙᴜɴᴅʟᴇᴅ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ! 🐦

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