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You look around at the ‘sanctuary’. Right now, like you, they are standing on a dock made of wood that is surrounded by the rocky walls of the cavern, rising over black water. Ahead of Lifa and Lucinda is a bridge with very low railings that hold lines of skull candles- ahead of that is what looks like an entrance to a Japanese temple. Behind it, a small forest; behind the forest, the white castle. The only lights come from those strange winged oil lamps, some of which are closer to the ground than others. You think that they are following Lifa.
Lifa: So, what do you think?
ರೃ Lucinda: That we are in a Witch’s Labyrinth.
Besides the flapping of wings and their steps, there is no other sound anywhere. The silence is eerie, but also soothing.
Lifa: No, Lucinda, I told you it’s not.
Lifa stops. Wait; you know that pose.
ರೃ Lucinda: You are thinking.
Lifa: Nope, not at all. Let me show you something.
Lifa rushes to the bridge, followed by a careful Lucinda. She stops in the middle of it, then points at the top of the temple entrance; a single crow is standing on it.
Lifa: I’m home!
The crow takes flight in a completely unnatural, unhinged way and crashes on Lifa’s arms while Lucinda lifts her scythe way over her head. Whatever that black thing is, it manages to claw its way on top of Lifa’s arm and is standing like a parrot- looking at Lucinda's scythe.
