THE CITADEL OF THE ROPE
When you first walked in, you had assumed this was a NORMAL ROOM. Instead, you find yourself within an opulent CITADEL, made entirely of ROPE. Or rather, MATERIAL shaped into ROPE. You LOOK at the WALL, observing the BRAIDED CEMENT.

Everything here seems to be TWISTED, seemingly caused by the CREECHER that lives here. As you STEP further in, you suddenly become aware of a NUN, interwoven into the WALL like a FLOWER CROWN. She IGNORES you, praying to the CREECHER that inhabits this room as it sways, tied up a THICK ROPE, hanging in the middle of the room like a BELL.

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Within, there is an LUMP. You STARE at it. It has the AUDACITY to MEOW at you.

You can't shake the AWFUL SENSATION that something is VERY WRONG with this CREECHER. The LUMP offers to introduce itself. You politely refuse the offer. You mentally decide to name it "AUTOMATON" as it twists a STEEL BEAM into a PRETZEL in frustration.

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This room is WELL-WORN, but WELL-LOVED. It would appear this CREECHER will be sticking around.

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