blueberrygoblin

Had she any choice in the matter, Mimsy still would have come to this place. She had been told to return here, and there was nothing that she took more seriously than her directive. There was no questioning why she had arrived here, then, but where she had arrived was certainly a perplexing puzzle in itself. She could almost discern what this place was intended to be, with the same frustrating sensation as the feeling of knowing something on the tip of one's tongue. A temple? A castle? A labyrinth? A library? None quite fit, but all made more sense than the scenes presented before her. She moved very gradually, one slow step in front of ...