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Nothing happens.
Oh wait. The walls of the tunnel seem to be twisting and melting into one another, shining hundreds of iridescent colours like the surface of as jellyfish. The sun rises in the east, except bright green and with the face of Lou Costello. A screaming sound reaches a frenetic pitch and:
BIO-CHAMBER
You are in a biological chamber. The walls pulse, covered in veins pumping some purple viscous liquid. Hanging on the walls are, inexplicably, hundreds of calenders, all from English coastal towns. A nearby coat rack has a Pearl Jam T-shirt hanging from it.
A Pearl Jam T-Shirt is here.
A Fallen Calender lies at your feet.
A Note is here.
You hear a distant rumbling.
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