A circle was how they invited themselves in. Walking one by one, front to back, around and around, until finally the cliffside cracked, opening up into the chasm. The speed at which they fell entered them into an alternate universe, not without a small amount of pain and stretch marks. With the relativity of time once again lost, it seemed like years before they hit solid ground again, though "solid" was a generous description of the boggy marsh that surrounded them. What came next was crucial, but no one remembered how or when it happened. A simple nod of the head let everyone know that the path was still clear enough, but time was ticking. They set afoot into the marsh and disappeared amongst the branches covered in dripping moss and envelopes of preserved reluctance.
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