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Your feet dangle off the edge of the cliff as your eyes drink in the canyon that now spreads out before you. Colors climb up the far wall with the blooming of countless bioluminescent flowers, lending radiance to the tangled palette clawing its way onto the shores of Goblin Town. There, near a splintered harbor-pier that boldly reaches out into a drop of ten thousand feet, do the waters of the river crest and fall. The droplets scatter into a heavy mist, carried on unseen eddies of wind as they drift listless and peaceful towards the bottom of the pit.
Your heart stills at the sight. Not from fear or trepidation, but absolute peace.
For the first time since the First Prince held a knife to your people's throat, a true a proper smile graces your face. Bright and radiant and flawless as your fair and glowing skin, it infects your surroundings and pushes away the mycelium that flowers long since choked away can grow, and prosper, and bloom into a bed of color.
As you bask in the canyon's grandeur and beauty, Astra scurries over to you on light and hurried feet. Smoothing out her skirt and clearing herself a soft cushion of grass and flowers, she takes a seat next to you and stares out into the canyon. Slowly withdrawing a pouch of the bacon jerky you hunted and crafted after your fishing escapades came to an unsuccessful end, she munchs down on a single strip before holding the bag out to you.
Politely, you take a strip for yourself from the pouch. Shroomwood smoked and salted pork, it has a particular flavor that you could not find on the surface, yet is quite tasty all the same.
"Where'd the lake go, Roxy?" Astra finally asks.
Her eyes don't meet your own. She's transfixed by the hollow cavern revealed by the water your actions removed. The Waters <span class="mu-i">you</span> took into yourself and made a part of you when you allowed yourself to dissolve into the fluid mass and then assert your existence upon it. A tremendous amount of power, yet all the same you have an even better understanding now of how truly little power it is.
Silence hangs perhaps a bit too long, as her voice cracks when she asks again, "<span class="mu-i">Where'd the lake go?</span>"
"Inside of me," you finally answer.
She boggles at you with her bright green eyes, processing until she squeaks out, "You <span class="mu-i">drank</span> it? H-How? W-Why?!"
You ponder her words for a moment, before giving a shrug and a nod, saying, "More or less. I thought it would let me punch my way out of the dungeon."
"How'd that work out for you?" she asks.
"Well, I found out I could drink a lake," you say. "But... I was unable to break back into the Real..."
<span class="mu-s">With breakfast done and your attempt to bust through failed... you should probably start looking for a way out of this room.</span>
>Climb down into the former lake, and aim for the Abyss!
>Scour the cliff walls and look for a way out there.
>See if you can barter with the goblins for a guide to take you out.
>Ask Romulus if he knows the way to the Floor Guardian.
