...You nervously managed to stumble by the burly, blood swilling beast. Good Job! Too bad you lost an arm in the process. Look around you - it's pitch black in here - absolute and trenchant darkness - a vast, chartless frontier of enigmatic shadow. You hear unruffled whispers of underlying nothingness soothing you into a delusive yet tranquil state of contentment. "Is this death?," you ponder - or are you once again simply navigating the unknown portals of inner time and space? You'd pray for help if you had two hands!                                               V                           OOO                         ZZ                                                 Dog                                                                                       WX                 xXx                                                                                       YVW                                                                                                           X                         IN                               mom                         DX                         W                       E                         N                         S                     X                     X                           X                         MM                         BX               You are at a complete and utter, perhaps terminal, loss of sagacity. You do not know where to turn or what to do next. You incessantly pace the void, oblivious to the harsh ache caused by your unemployed and bloodstained arm socket. Abruptly, though softly, a recurring thought occupies your irresolute, befuddled mind. You are urged to "follow the light" by what you are certain is some form of anonymous invigilating deity...