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You shift your weight on your knees as you consider your options. Occasionally, you will shoot glances over your shoulder, though the half-lit room at the door facing directly at your back. After the third time you catch yourself fitfully peering, you start to give some serious credence to the idea that your current unsettled state is somehow being induced by the ranged-remediation cast; perhaps caused by your proximity to the emitter-Organ. Admittedly, you aren't sure how exactly this would work - and you didn't experience similar effects when you were within an arm's length of the other emitter-Organ down in the basement ... but there is much about this Construct and its cast that you don't understand, and for all you know, you could have been on edge or paranoid back there. The subtly of this particular effect would have been lost on you, as you were nearly ready to pass out on your feet. You find yourself sighing again, and increasingly frustrated that for all the time you have spent looking at - and for - this Construct, you still have yet to answer even the most basic questions about this thing. In fact, considering that there are wrist-thick Conduits running up the flue, just like there was in the kitchen fireplace, there might be more of this Construct on the third floor, or in the attic.
With the thought of so much more to investigate looming over you, you make a split second decision to reach into the Glyph. Of the two options before you, it is obviously the safer one ... though it remains to be seen if the Glyph is even active. Pushing that concern to the side for now, you take one last long look at the Glyph, carefully lay your right hand on it, and before you can make this any more difficult for yourself than it needs to be, you squeeze your eyes shut hard, to commit yourself. Then you take a series of these sequentially deeper and deeper breaths, then once you are as ready as you can be, you reach - into the Firmament. The pitch-blackness behind your eyelids suddenly becomes more luminous, as if a great light was drawn close to your eyes. A bout of trembling threatens to pull you back, so you stiffen your back to ramrod-straightness - and after a moment, the shivers pass, and once your body flushes with warmth and your breathing becomes noticeably more labored, you know you have managed to reach the Realm of Forms. Staring intently at the luminous darkness, which now resembles a shiny, shifting and rolling oil, you try to reach for the Form of the Glyph. Physically, you are not only right in front of the Glyph, you are actually touching the fraying thing. It should simply be enough to reach into it as if you were reaching into one of your own Glyphs.
