You decide to traverse towards a small room halfway down the corridor. The air grows cold but you press on until you are in a circular room fitted with nothing more than tattered books, feathers and a desk harbouring dust-laden cobwebs built by spiders who have long since departed.

With bag of treats in hand you recline upon the desk and give it a small, meager rattle. What you hear next surprises you, the rambunctious and relentless clattering of bones hobbling together alongside the gruff squabble of a noise you have never heard before. The creature appears a black blob in the dark doorway before the dim light of the room’s interior casts it in enough light to make out its features. A pile of skeletal pieces and feathers that ruffle with every awkward waddle. You think for a moment you might be in trouble, but the birdlike animal does nothing more than excitedly clack together its beak and chirrup in a strange, cacophonous delight at your presence. The grisly vulture hops once, twice, and then flaps its wings in a bid to lift its rotund body off of the ground. It then looks to you with a quiet and firm gaze. You decide to attempt picking up the (surprisingly quite hefty) vulture, to which it delights in the attention. While you are busy holding onto the squirming skeletal creature, it dips its beak into your bag and begins eating away at the vulnerable treats. Once the bird decides it is quite finished, it starts to lovingly chirrup and preen away at what little feathers it has left.

The vulture attempts to follow you out of the room altogether, waddling behind you with joyous little trots. When you turn to leave the bird lets out a little squawk of protest. It is quick to toddle off in a comical gallop and returns to you with an uneven clunking. Wrapped in the grip of its talons is an object you cannot discern. The vulture plops it down at the ground in front of you and awaits a rewarding pat on its bony cap.

The large room you find yourself in is frigid and quiet. You shiver, stood in the eigengrau and holding onto the bag given to you. Though the environment is somewhat off putting, you find yourself unafraid of the atmosphere it provides you. After a while of waiting you decide to sit yourself down and rummage through the contents of your bag, looking for a treat to hold out.

When you look up, you are met with the sight of a small, green phantom looking curiously back at you. It jolts and vanishes, startled by your attention. You do not move for fear of scaring it off, and after a moment the creature returns. Its glassy gaze watches you from behind the tangle of dead thorns in front of it. Its body glows enough to light the entire room. It turns its head to the side, and then again for the other, before cautiously it begins a slow and gentle toddle towards you, little legs hardly touching the stone underneath it.

It approaches you, and once close enough you feel the chill emanating from its little body. Wisps of a flame-like smoke billow from its form, as its cloudy stare finds your hand and the treat within. You hold it still enough for the phantom to investigate. It barely reaches the height of your outstretched hand and you lower it to accommodate the little creature. It gives you a nervous glance but settles, and with a slight hesitance, opens up a little mouth to take the treat. It waddles off to sit a little ways from you, nibbling rather excitedly.

It finishes the little treat, and as you reach into your bag to fetch another, you look to see the phantom is no more, vanished into the cold air. You wait for a little while longer to see if the creature makes a return. It does not, and so you stand yourself up and head towards the way you entered, too cold and wanting to warm up.

As you reach the beginning steps of the hallway once more, you are halted by the clank of something falling in front of you. You stoop to collect it and hear from behind you a small noise that almost sounds like a giggle. You turn but find nothing save for the remnants of a peculiar glow and a cold breeze.

You decide to traverse towards a small room halfway down the corridor. The air grows cold but you press on until you are in a circular room fitted with nothing more than tattered books, feathers and a desk harbouring dust-laden cobwebs built by spiders who have long since departed.

With bag of treats in hand you recline upon the desk and give it a small, meager rattle. What you hear next surprises you, the rambunctious and relentless clattering of bones hobbling together alongside the gruff squabble of a noise you have never heard before. The creature appears a black blob in the dark doorway before the dim light of the room’s interior casts it in enough light to make out its features. A pile of skeletal pieces and feathers that ruffle with every awkward waddle. You think for a moment you might be in trouble, but the birdlike animal does nothing more than excitedly clack together its beak and chirrup in a strange, cacophonous delight at your presence. The grisly vulture hops once, twice, and then flaps its wings in a bid to lift its rotund body off of the ground. It then looks to you with a quiet and firm gaze. You decide to attempt picking up the (surprisingly quite hefty) vulture, to which it delights in the attention. While you are busy holding onto the squirming skeletal creature, it dips its beak into your bag and begins eating away at the vulnerable treats. Once the bird decides it is quite finished, it starts to lovingly chirrup and preen away at what little feathers it has left.

The vulture attempts to follow you out of the room altogether, waddling behind you with joyous little trots. When you turn to leave the bird lets out a little squawk of protest. It is quick to toddle off in a comical gallop and returns to you with an uneven clunking. Wrapped in the grip of its talons is an object you cannot discern. The vulture plops it down at the ground in front of you and awaits a rewarding pat on its bony cap.

The large room you find yourself in is frigid and quiet. You shiver, stood in the eigengrau and holding onto the bag given to you. Though the environment is somewhat off putting, you find yourself unafraid of the atmosphere it provides you. After a while of waiting you decide to sit yourself down and rummage through the contents of your bag, looking for a treat to hold out.

When you look up, you are met with the sight of a small, green phantom looking curiously back at you. It jolts and vanishes, startled by your attention. You do not move for fear of scaring it off, and after a moment the creature returns. Its glassy gaze watches you from behind the tangle of dead thorns in front of it. Its body glows enough to light the entire room. It turns its head to the side, and then again for the other, before cautiously it begins a slow and gentle toddle towards you, little legs hardly touching the stone underneath it.

It approaches you, and once close enough you feel the chill emanating from its little body. Wisps of a flame-like smoke billow from its form, as its cloudy stare finds your hand and the treat within. You hold it still enough for the phantom to investigate. It barely reaches the height of your outstretched hand and you lower it to accommodate the little creature. It gives you a nervous glance but settles, and with a slight hesitance, opens up a little mouth to take the treat. It waddles off to sit a little ways from you, nibbling rather excitedly.

It finishes the little treat, and as you reach into your bag to fetch another, you look to see the phantom is no more, vanished into the cold air. You wait for a little while longer to see if the creature makes a return. It does not, and so you stand yourself up and head towards the way you entered, too cold and wanting to warm up.

As you reach the beginning steps of the hallway once more, you are halted by the clank of something falling in front of you. You stoop to collect it and hear from behind you a small noise that almost sounds like a giggle. You turn but find nothing save for the remnants of a peculiar glow and a cold breeze.

You decide to traverse towards a small room halfway down the corridor. The air grows cold but you press on until you are in a circular room fitted with nothing more than tattered books, feathers and a desk harbouring dust-laden cobwebs built by spiders who have long since departed.

With bag of treats in hand you recline upon the desk and give it a small, meager rattle. What you hear next surprises you, the rambunctious and relentless clattering of bones hobbling together alongside the gruff squabble of a noise you have never heard before. The creature appears a black blob in the dark doorway before the dim light of the room’s interior casts it in enough light to make out its features. A pile of skeletal pieces and feathers that ruffle with every awkward waddle. You think for a moment you might be in trouble, but the birdlike animal does nothing more than excitedly clack together its beak and chirrup in a strange, cacophonous delight at your presence. The grisly vulture hops once, twice, and then flaps its wings in a bid to lift its rotund body off of the ground. It then looks to you with a quiet and firm gaze. You decide to attempt picking up the (surprisingly quite hefty) vulture, to which it delights in the attention. While you are busy holding onto the squirming skeletal creature, it dips its beak into your bag and begins eating away at the vulnerable treats. Once the bird decides it is quite finished, it starts to lovingly chirrup and preen away at what little feathers it has left.

The vulture attempts to follow you out of the room altogether, waddling behind you with joyous little trots. When you turn to leave the bird lets out a little squawk of protest. It is quick to toddle off in a comical gallop and returns to you with an uneven clunking. Wrapped in the grip of its talons is an object you cannot discern. The vulture plops it down at the ground in front of you and awaits a rewarding pat on its bony cap.

The large room you find yourself in is frigid and quiet. You shiver, stood in the eigengrau and holding onto the bag given to you. Though the environment is somewhat off putting, you find yourself unafraid of the atmosphere it provides you. After a while of waiting you decide to sit yourself down and rummage through the contents of your bag, looking for a treat to hold out.

When you look up, you are met with the sight of a small, green phantom looking curiously back at you. It jolts and vanishes, startled by your attention. You do not move for fear of scaring it off, and after a moment the creature returns. Its glassy gaze watches you from behind the tangle of dead thorns in front of it. Its body glows enough to light the entire room. It turns its head to the side, and then again for the other, before cautiously it begins a slow and gentle toddle towards you, little legs hardly touching the stone underneath it.

It approaches you, and once close enough you feel the chill emanating from its little body. Wisps of a flame-like smoke billow from its form, as its cloudy stare finds your hand and the treat within. You hold it still enough for the phantom to investigate. It barely reaches the height of your outstretched hand and you lower it to accommodate the little creature. It gives you a nervous glance but settles, and with a slight hesitance, opens up a little mouth to take the treat. It waddles off to sit a little ways from you, nibbling rather excitedly.

It finishes the little treat, and as you reach into your bag to fetch another, you look to see the phantom is no more, vanished into the cold air. You wait for a little while longer to see if the creature makes a return. It does not, and so you stand yourself up and head towards the way you entered, too cold and wanting to warm up.

As you reach the beginning steps of the hallway once more, you are halted by the clank of something falling in front of you. You stoop to collect it and hear from behind you a small noise that almost sounds like a giggle. You turn but find nothing save for the remnants of a peculiar glow and a cold breeze.

You decide to traverse towards a small room halfway down the corridor. The air grows cold but you press on until you are in a circular room fitted with nothing more than tattered books, feathers and a desk harbouring dust-laden cobwebs built by spiders who have long since departed.

With bag of treats in hand you recline upon the desk and give it a small, meager rattle. What you hear next surprises you, the rambunctious and relentless clattering of bones hobbling together alongside the gruff squabble of a noise you have never heard before. The creature appears a black blob in the dark doorway before the dim light of the room’s interior casts it in enough light to make out its features. A pile of skeletal pieces and feathers that ruffle with every awkward waddle. You think for a moment you might be in trouble, but the birdlike animal does nothing more than excitedly clack together its beak and chirrup in a strange, cacophonous delight at your presence. The grisly vulture hops once, twice, and then flaps its wings in a bid to lift its rotund body off of the ground. It then looks to you with a quiet and firm gaze. You decide to attempt picking up the (surprisingly quite hefty) vulture, to which it delights in the attention. While you are busy holding onto the squirming skeletal creature, it dips its beak into your bag and begins eating away at the vulnerable treats. Once the bird decides it is quite finished, it starts to lovingly chirrup and preen away at what little feathers it has left.

The vulture attempts to follow you out of the room altogether, waddling behind you with joyous little trots. When you turn to leave the bird lets out a little squawk of protest. It is quick to toddle off in a comical gallop and returns to you with an uneven clunking. Wrapped in the grip of its talons is an object you cannot discern. The vulture plops it down at the ground in front of you and awaits a rewarding pat on its bony cap.