The masked man and I ran through a network of hallways glowing with dim red light. Though he didn't carry a map, he always seemed to know where he was going. Maybe he was tapping into the place somehow; every so often, he paused, touched the walls, and closed his eyes--then started moving again, turning right-left-right or whatever without hesitation.
It wasn't hard to believe he could commune with Heavenless, that it had some kind of mind. The corridors looked organic--smooth and tubular, like the inside of blood vessels in a body. They were gray, not red, which made sense if the place was made of mummified tissue...but they definitely looked like they'd once been alive.
Not to mention, I was still getting a weird vibe, weirder than ever. From the moment I stepped inside, the queas
