As you stagger away from the cliff, the black ooze dries and flakes away from your hands, until no trace remains.  Inexplicably, you will live another day...

Ancient trees loom upwards, their moss-covered branches obscuring the grey sky. The overwhelming silence is broken only by your footsteps as you trudge through the undergrowth. The earthy scent of decaying leaves hangs in the air.

What do you want to do?

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