Neko

The Moss Room is dark, wet and trembles against your footfalls. There is a slight hum coming from a door ahead of you and a pleasant heat all around. You feel as if it's safe to stay here a while...

You set down your things and notice a piece of paper and pen sitting patienly on a boulder towards the centre of the room. You could write something here but you would have to come back to see if anyone ever responds.

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