Is this a root cellar? That would explain the shapeless, molding bits of green stuff on the high benches around the perimeter of the room. It wouldn’t explain the parching dryness of the air that leaves you suddenly desperate for a drink of water. But licking the slimy objects doesn’t help, as disgusting as it was to consider at first. They don’t even taste like anything. And how can they be growing anything in this arid environment anyways?

It stings when you blink.

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