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There's something about the light that's so captivating.
By now Jumper had walked through ominous hallways, an elaborate throne room, narrowly escaped a plummet to her death in the seemingly infinite prison. By now fear has reduced itself into a steady hum at the back of her mind, but her eyes still darted to every curve and corner to spot a player or entity or something. Jumper had a million questions about this place, all yet to be answered and they'd stay that way unless she kept going. So keep going, she does.
She finds herself in a structure that feels different from the ones before. This one was enormous too, moss littered the walls while a massive stained glass window offered her a view of the sun outside. (Rising? Setting? It doesn't matter, only that it is There)
The arched doorway leads her to a room with an open ceiling, the blue sky ever so slightly tinged with purple. Seeing this as an opportunity she gets to work almost immediately, grabbing a few logs from her inventory to pillar up and maybe escape. Futile, her mind supplies unhelpfully because she doubts whatever was after her would let her leave so easily. A few blocks later and she's proven when the oak plank beneath her feet breaks into thin air and she falls back down, down, down.
Her head throbs with pain. Jumper does not like this place.
With no other way to go but forward, she passes through another aisle that ended at what looked like a balcony. Boots treaded gently through grass, the rustling barely audible. There, two trees stood framing the sun at an angle, which she would've appreciated if it weren't for the circumstances.
To her right is another portal. She wouldn't call it a flower field, not when every possible space was covered in varying blooms– daisies, alliums, cornflowers, and just about every flower she could think of. Blossoms and candles alike swirled the skies over the infinite void, and Jumper found herself unable to look away, not when this flourishing wonderland looked so incredibly bright. To say pretty was an understatement.
It's… beautiful.
She's about to enter when the notes snap her out of her trance with a series of rapid beats. They've been quiet up until now, so why..?
It doesn't want her to enter.
Slowly, she backs away from the opening. Each step backwards felt like betrayal to her curiosity, despite her survival instincts screaming at her to do as the notes say. The notes tell her to stay. And she will, if she wants even a chance at getting out alive.
And yet. There's something about the light that's so captivating.
When the ground eventually disappears from beneath her and she barely manages to clutch atop greenery Jumper prays that the notes don't leave her alone. Not when candlelight embraces her so warmly all her caution might fade, much like the ground from before, leaving nothing but a void that threatens to swallow her whole.
Jumper turns, and carries on.