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They arrive too soon, but not as soon as expected. A small moment of confusion they exploit to the fullest, they slip their quick and nimble ship through a crack of shadow and sail unnoticed and unknown deeper into the forever end of it. This is the all and thick of it, but they have lost everything to arrive, so they spoil no moment. Deft and silent and expert they sail, nimble and beyond quick they break through, through shadow and quick they land and creep, until room by hallway by room by hallway they creep and creep and creep forward until they have creeped to the end of it and IT stands before them, terrible... ...abominable...thick...and end of it. “That is the prize.” ‘it looks no prize’ A bloody, dripping room, full to the brim with horror beyond end... end proper, and them only armed with the hope of end of IT, end proper. 2 little girls and their crew bravely continue to creep forward as they frantically whisper to each other in shadow. ‘we cant make sense of this senseless scene’ “That is the poin