#and first i should do productive things. producing things other than torment of blorbo bleebus

[aran-morinorea]

Also please tell me more about Non-Euclidean Nan Elmoth, Goldilocks isn't suffering nearly enough

He’s managed to drag himself out of the bed again, in the interest of not going entirely insane. This has led to lying down on the floor.

That floor vibrates with a dull thump from below. There is some more movement downstairs. He sits up and looks around, his heart in his throat.

Out of the corner of his eye Laurefindelë sees the darkness crack, a tiny vertical sliver of light. He turns his whole body towards it, taking it in like a hot drink on the Ice. Three more glowing lines appear, one after the other, forming a rectangle large enough to step through.

And the door opens.