text: Dropping to your knees, you press your thumb against one of the veins going through the ground, feeling the warm pulse of blood go through. You follow the vein, the pulse growing louder and louder, stronger and stronger with every beat. 
  
  
  Continuing to follow it, you soon reach a thick mass of flesh, coils of muscle filled with the black, oozing blood. The thing spasms every few seconds, and you wince as you realize you’re listening to the beating of a heart.
  
  
  The heart lies there, spasming and beating as you wonder what to do. 
  > You leave it
  There’s no way you’re messing with whatever’s there. You’re just not willing to do it. You step back, moving away from the heart.