[ Warning! You are approaching the end of the map! ]
[ Warning! You are approaching the end of the map! ]
[ Warning! You are approaching the end of the map! ]
[ Warning! You are approaching the end of the map! ]
[ Warning! You are approaching the end of the map! ]
[ Warning! You are approaching the end of the map! ]
[ Error! Error! ]
[ Error! You have reached outside Gate 13's parameters! ]
[ Error! You have reached outside Gate 13's parameters! ]
[ Error! Error! ]
Dasha opened his eyes. He wasn't falling, he was seated. He was somewhere that tasted like purified oils and paint. A yellow space rather large and occupied by several shelves, a wide workbench, and boxes with materials. A hooded man sat ahead with large arms and shoulders that pressed through his robes. His back was turned, inscribing on a tablet with a reed styluses. The grayness of his robes blended into the walls.
Yellow and gray? They shouldn't have come together yet did.
