Time shifts and flattens, days and decades folding aside like pages in a book. You can see--
A tutorial adventure by Andrew Plotkin. Copyright 2003-4.
First-time players should type "about".
Release 5 / Serial number 041231 / Inform v6.21 Library 6/10
You wrench your eyes open. Rough grey stone. Grey stone ceiling. Your head hurts, and -- You're lying on the floor. You're staring at the ceiling, and it's rough and grey, and you don't recognize it.
You roll slowly (smooth cold floor?) and try to sit up. It hurts. You crawl upright. The walls, rough stone also, scrape your aching fingers. You can't -- there was white agony, felt like raw light tearing you apart. You can't remember anything after that.
You can't remember anything before that. Gone. You clutch at memory, and there's nothing but empty air.
This space, barely wider than outstretched arms, seems to have been chopped raw and square from unfinished stone. Only the floor is smooth -- a fine white surface beneath your feet. There is a narrow gap in the east wall.
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