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The Gateway...
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will you, won't you, will you, won't you, won't you join the dance?
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The massive iron gate looms before you, ancient, and covered in twisting vines. tendrils of mist swirl around your ankles,pulling you with grasping translucent fingers,urging you towards the gate. You reach a hand out to open the gate, but it swings soundlesslyinward before you can even touch it. The darknessawaits...
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A single step and you have crossedthe threshhold, into the garden.The gate shuts behind you with a clanking noise, making you jump.For a moment you are tempted toturn, pull the gate open and get far away from here. The momentpasses,and you go on. The cheshire cat moon grins above you,shining unusually bright, castingdancing shadows from the trees.The garden is silent, silent as death. Only the brances seem to move and dance, in a breeze youcan't seem to feel. all else is still.
Out of the corner of your eye you see a faint glow, you turn and find that it is the stones that line the dirt path upon which you stand. They are large and round and smooth, much to smooth to be plain rock. You realize that they are some kind of mushroom, and that the light surrounding them must come from within, rather then from the grinning moon...
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After your discovery of the luminescent fungus, you decide to continue onward, to see what next the journy will bring. Your way lit by the large mushrooms, you walk for what seems a long time before you come to a split in the road. there are three paths. To the left stand small masoleoums, roughly hewn headstones, and ivy decked crumbling statues. It is The Graveyard. Along the middle path stands a house,its windows invitingly bright, you cannot seem to tell if it is a very large Dollhouse, or merely farther away then it seems. Finally, to the right, there is Darkness. The mushrooms seem to have died, leaving only inpenatrable gloom. Which path will you choose... ?
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