text: [Themes: Fantasy, divine protagonist]
  
  > Look around
  Caves (Choosing the Path)
  The main flow seems to continue north, while two smaller tunnels lead northwest and west. East takes her back near the opening.
  Her lungs are starting to ache. She will have to go to the surface soon!
  
  > Go north
  Caves (Where Bubbles Rise)
  There is air above in this larger cave and just a hint of light somewhere ahead.
  The cave curves gently to the left and continues northwest towards the light while south takes her back to the Junction.
  
  A stream of bubbles rises from the pitch-black bottom, meets the girl on its way up, and then explode in a glittering cascade of air around her.
  
  > Go upwards
  Caves (Among the Restless Roots)
  The space she is in is not more then twice Lornedei's length in any direction. The tangle of roots makes the space seem smaller yet. The pale mass of roots stirs restlessly. Below her, the inky water of the river flows past.
  
  The roots on the south wall have slid apart enough to reveal a narrow passage through rock and soil.
  
  > Exits
  She can go down or south.
  
  > Go south
  After squeezing herself through the tight passage she is not just dripping wet but also filthy and out of breath.
  
  The clearing is almost perfectly round and thirty or so paces across. It is surrounded by the forbidden forest on all sides.
  A giant black oak stands in solitude in the middle of the clearing. Many of its roots stick out of the ground like snakes arching to suffocate their prey. Steps are cut in the oak to provide an easy way up.
  
  A stone altar stands in the shadow of the big oak. Dry grass and shrubs are still rooted in the dead soil, and more of the deformed bushes grow in a loose circle around the oak and the altar.
  
  An old stone well gurgles softly not far from a crumbling stone house. On the other side of the clearing, three paths lead into the forbidden forest.
  
  The great roots under the giant oak have slid aside revealing a passage.
  
  The sleepwalker is here, spinning slowly.
  
  She can also see a large black beetle (Fluffing up its wings at the moment.) here.
  The wandering nightmare crashes out from the black forest. It swirls up dust and dry grass on its erratic route through the dead grass. It twitches past the altar and stops near the black oak.
  The beetle disappears into the crumbling stone house. It comes back out, stays a moment in the opening, waving its antennae, before coming back to Lornedei.
  
  > take the left path
  Lornedei takes a couple of steps towards the dark trail, glancing nervously up at the trees. Then she takes a deep breath before moving forward. The shadows of the forbidden forest fall on her.
  She walks without sun as guidance or aim to where she is going.
  The path twists and turns and soon she is cursing her own thoughtlessness. The prickling sensation of a forgotten spirit's hatred sinks down on her like a heavy blanket.
  Her feet feel strangely heavy and clumsy, as if the undergrowth hinders her movement. However there is nothing growing on the path. It is empty. Flat and hard-packed, it should be easy to walk on.
  A somewhat stronger light appears further ahead and with a soft sob of relief Lornedei starts running towards the clearing.
  She stops with the beginning of a smile freezing on her lips.
  The clearing is dark, a stone well gurgles softly, and three paths disappear into the forbidden forest.
  A dry black leaf drops down on Lornedei's shoulder. With a grimace, she flicks it with a finger to get rid of it.
  
  > take straight path
  Lornedei takes a couple of steps towards the dark trail, glancing nervously up at the trees. Then she takes a deep breath before moving forward. The shadows of the forbidden forest fall on her.
  She walks without sun as guidance or aim to where she is going.
  The path twists and turns and soon she is cursing her own thoughtlessness. The prickling sensation of a forgotten spirit's hatred sinks down on her like a heavy blanket.
  Her feet feel strangely heavy and clumsy, as if the undergrowth hinders her movement. However there is nothing growing on the path. It is empty. Flat and hard-packed, it should be easy to walk on.
  A somewhat stronger light appears further ahead and with a soft sob of relief Lornedei starts running towards the clearing.
  She stops with the beginning of a smile freezing on her lips.
  The clearing is dark, a stone well gurgles softly, and three paths disappear into the forbidden forest.
  The beetle runs off to one of the paths. It spins around once before returning to Lornedei.
  
  > take right path
  Lornedei takes a couple of steps towards the dark trail, glancing nervously up at the trees. Then she takes a deep breath before moving forward. The shadows of the forbidden forest fall on her.
  She walks without sun as guidance or aim to where she is going.
  The path twists and turns and soon she is cursing her own thoughtlessness. The prickling sensation of a forgotten spirit's hatred sinks down on her like a heavy blanket.
  Her feet feel strangely heavy and clumsy, as if the undergrowth hinders her movement. However there is nothing growing on the path. It is empty. Flat and hard-packed, it should be easy to walk on.
  A somewhat stronger light appears further ahead and with a soft sob of relief Lornedei starts running towards the clearing.
  She stops with the beginning of a smile freezing on her lips.
  The clearing is dark, a stone well gurgles softly, and three paths disappear into the forbidden forest.
  
  > go west
  Hesitantly she takes a few steps forward, but she has no idea in what directions the paths lead. Uncertain, she looks up at you.
  
  > Go east
  Hesitantly she takes a few steps forward, but she has no idea in what directions the paths lead. Uncertain, she looks up at you.
  Lornedei looks around, biting her lower lip.
  
  > examine well
  It is an old, neglected well made of stones. It's nearly invisible among the long dry grass dying bushes that surround it.
  The roots under the big oak stir restlessly.
  Lornedei frowns. She seems to be listening.
  And there truly is a sound, distant, from the forest. It sounds like a bird, unlike any other.
  
  > look at the grass
  The brush is dry, withered, gnarled, deformed, starved. In the midst of that, razor-like blades of grass poke up. Their tips are shaped like scalpels, their stems straight and silvery gray.
  Lornedei glances up at you, uncertain.
  
  > search the grass
  She reaches for one of the dry tufts of dead grass. She quickly pulls her hand back.
  "Ouch!"
  The grass is razor-sharp and she is better off keeping her hands away from it.
  
  > Cut grass
  She has nothing to cut that with.
  Lornedei bites on a nail.
  
  > reach the grass
  There seems to be nothing beyond what the eye can see.
  The beetle scrambles through the dead grass to one of the paths. It spins around and comes back to Lornedei.
  
  > reach well
  There seems to be nothing beyond what the eye can see.
  Lornedei glances up at you, uncertain.