text: > describe your surroundings
  You stand on mossy earth, surrounded by the silhouettes of dark and massive standing stones. It is night. But the sky shows no stars at all.
  
  Your workspace sits in the center of the circle. Inside it the six icons whirl.
  
  A glowing moth is fluttering erratically back and forth around the Circle, above you.
  
  > examine the moth
  The moth is fluttering erratically back and forth around the Circle, above you. Its wings glow softly against the night sky.
  
  The workspace is shaking.
  
  > take the moth
  It's just out of reach.
  
  > examine the workspace
  The workspace is represented by a clear, waist-high cube. Within it are the form icon, the weight icon, the charge icon, the light icon, the heat icon, and the pressure icon, all whirling rapidly.
  
  The workspace is shaking.
  
  > look
  You stand on mossy earth, surrounded by the silhouettes of dark and massive standing stones. It is night. But the sky shows no stars at all.
  
  Your workspace sits in the center of the circle. Inside it the six icons whirl.
  
  The glowing moth is fluttering erratically back and forth around the Circle, above you.
  
  The workspace is shaking.
  
  > examine the stones
  The stones are massive, worn, and very old. You can make out little else.
  
  You count eight stones around you. Seven of them are of similar height; one is much taller.
  
  > examine the tall stone
  The taller stone is to the... but you're not sure which direction is which.
  
  > invoke the pressure
  You invoke the pressure icon, and the environment transforms into a new form.
  
  White marble rises in smooth, heavy columns to an arching vault. The walls are worked in geometric traceries; a rich red carpet runs up the room's length, to the brass pipes which stand at its north end. Air throbs from the pipes and thunders quietly across the chamber.
  
  To the south stands a graceful marble altar, which supports a small open offering box.
  
  Your workspace is a squat cube in the center of the room. Inside it the six icons whirl.
  
  Interesting -- the glowing moth has remained invariant, in the room's transformation. It is fluttering around the Church, unchanged.
  
  The window is broken, but most of the glass is gone.
  
  The workspace is shaking.
  
  > take the moth
  It escapes your grasp.
  
  > look at the glass
  The window is shattered, although most of the broken glass has vanished. Behind the window casing is only blank white marble.
  
  The workspace is shaking.
  
  > invoke the light
  You invoke the light icon, and the environment shifts around you.
  
  You are underground, by the echoes and the irregular rock underfoot. But the space is lost in darkness. A chill stream trickles past, and the faintest phosphorescence trickles with it. Beyond arm's reach, however, you see only black.
  
  Your workspace stands beside you. Inside it the six icons whirl.
  
  As the Cave forms around you, the glowing moth flutters up into its high, dark recesses. Its light shines softly on gleaming limestone.
  
  And on the bats. One flutters by and nips the moth right out of the air. Whoops.
  
  The moth shimmers, desperately seeking another form, one less vulnerable. It breaks up into pixels -- and reforms as a fat snowflake, drifting around the upper regions of the Cave. The bats, apparently uninterested in bits of ice, now ignore it.
  
  > press the heat
  You invoke the heat icon, and the environment changes into a new form.
  
  You stand in a long, low hall of smoke-darkened timbers. The floor is earth, benches line the walls, and you are washed by heat from the blazing fire-pit that runs the hall's entire length.
  
  At the south end the hall rises, and an enormous wooden chest stands on an earthen mound. The chest is open and empty.
  
  The cube that is your workspace rests nearby. Inside it the six icons whirl.
  
  The old tree has been uprooted; it lies dead on the west side of the hall. Its limbs are bare, except for a single gold leaf lying against the wood.
  
  The workspace is shaking.
  
  The snowflake whirls in the fire-pit's smoky updrafts, as the Longhall shimmers into place. In moments the flake is losing its luster.
  
  Again it shimmers away. This time it sublimates into a smoke-ring, which drifts above you in cheerful disregard of the heat.
  
  > invoke the heat
  You poke the heat icon, but it is already active.
  
  > invoke the pressure
  You invoke the pressure icon, and the environment transforms around you.
  
  White marble rises in smooth, heavy columns to an arching vault. The walls are worked in geometric traceries; a rich red carpet runs up the room's length, to the brass pipes which stand at its north end. Air throbs from the pipes and thunders quietly across the chamber.
  
  To the south stands a graceful marble altar, which supports a small open offering box.
  
  Your workspace is a squat cube in the center of the room. Inside it the six icons whirl.
  
  The window is broken, but most of the glass is gone.
  
  The smoke ring is torn this way and that way in the Church's turbulent gusts of air. It begins to tatter... and then shimmers into a new form.
  
  A long silk thread now rides the air currents. It swirls back and forth, curling and twisting, but never falling.
  
  > Press weight
  You invoke the weight icon, and the environment shifts into a new form.
  
  Shelves loom here in rank and file. On them, arms are arrayed in tidy rows: swords, knives, spears, and weapons of every other description. More blades hang overhead, point-down and silently menacing.
  
  The bookcase still stands, but its doors have been torn open; they hang in pieces.
  
  Your workspace rests by one wall. Inside it the six icons whirl.
  
  The workspace is shaking.
  
  The silk thread slides among the hanging blades, or tries to. It tangles, is caught, and the many edges pull at it...
  
  The thread dissolves into pixels, and becomes a miniature silver kite, which slides dextrously between the blades.
  
  > Invoke charge
  You invoke the charge icon, and the environment changes around you.
  
  This square tower is built of granite blocks braced by high iron beams. The roof is a broad sweep of lead-framed glass, hammered by the roaring rain outside.
  
  A complex apparatus dominates the room: a heavy brass tank, surmounted by copper and bubbling glass tubing. Wires drape from the roof down to the apparatus, hanging every which way.
  
  Your workspace sits in the center of the lab. Inside it the six icons whirl.
  
  The silver kite bobs near the wires, and jerks as a spark leaps across to it. It tries to slide away; but a flash of lightning sears the sky, and the room's air grows prickly and electric. Sparks dance from the kite's tail, and the wires pull it closer --
  
  The kite shimmers away... into a gleam of pure light that plays across the roof.
  
  > Invoke form
  You invoke the form icon, and the environment transforms into a new form.
  
  You stand on mossy earth, surrounded by the silhouettes of dark and massive standing stones. It is night. But the sky shows no stars at all.
  
  Your workspace sits in the center of the circle. Inside it the six icons whirl.
  
  The workspace is shaking.
  
  There is no roof now, only the night sky... and the gleam of light shines upwards, unimpeded, into the darkness.
  
  You can still see it there. And then, as your eyes adjust, you can see more. Sparks of light, infinitely distant. The stars are out.
  
  ...How did you miss it? The starlight illuminates a shape at your feet. It's a small, perfect model of a room: your workspace. Your usual, habitual workspace -- not this fluid environment.
  
  > examine model
  It's a small glass model of an office workspace. Every detail within is perfect. You see immediately that the model room is an archetype of metasemantics.
  
  > examine the workspace
  (the model room)
  It's a small glass model of an office workspace. Every detail within is perfect.
  
  > take it
  You take the model room and compile. It shrinks obligingly into a small icon.
  
  The workspace is shaking.
  
  > put the icon in the workspace
  (the metasemantics icon in the workspace)
  The metasemantics icon shudders in your grip. Pushing it into the workspace is like forcing it through gravel, but you lean into the force. After several moments of struggle, the icon is in place. The world changes...
  
  This is your workspace. All your furniture and things are set up just as you like them. The exit is to the south.
  
  The cube representing your workspace sits on a desk. Inside it, the seven icons vibrate wildly.
  
  You look around. This, too, is magnificent -- in a quiet way. The program has condensed your style of interaction into a tangible metaphor... a perfect rendition of the way you work.
  
  > examine the furniture
  Your stuff is all just as you expect.
  
  The workspace cube buzzes angrily. Really, what is going on with that? It must be some kind of physical simulation fault. You'll sort it out tomorrow.
  
  > Go south
  You turn, and reach for the exit of your virtual environment.
  
  There is a wild crash behind you. You spin. The workspace cube lies in splinters, sprayed across your desk, tinkling to the floor. Above it are whirling seven -- forces -- that grow, and become more potent --
  
  Then the walls are splintering, too.
  
  Nothing surrounds you. The virtual space is absolutely blank... but no longer unbounded. You are unable to move, or to escape.
  
  You wonder if someone will come looking.
  
  > examine the desk
  Your stuff is all just as you expect.
  
  This is a good stopping point, however. You should leave and report in to your client.
  
  > examine cube
  The workspace is represented by a clear, waist-high cube. Within it are the metasemantics icon, the form icon, the weight icon, the charge icon, the light icon, the heat icon, and the pressure icon, all vibrating wildly around.
  
  The workspace vibrates violently.
  
  > get the cube
  You are already in your workspace. This is it. This is where you work.
  
  > look at the desk
  Your stuff is all just as you expect.
  
  The workspace shudders irately.
  
  > look at the icons
  Within the workspace you see the metasemantics icon, the form icon, the weight icon, the charge icon, the light icon, the heat icon, and the pressure icon, all vibrating wildly around.
  
  > Inventory
  You are carrying nothing.
  
  The workspace shakes dangerously.