[Connor comes around the corner muttering to himself a litany of complaints about the stupid labyrinth and the stupid vines, the stupid giant beetles and the stupid gross rations, and so on and so forth. (He's giving this place zero stars on Yelp; definitely would not recommend.) After five days of wandering the dim winding paths of metal, all of it awash in the same anemic blue light and draped in the same curling vines, he thinks that this must be what it's like to lose one's mind.
When he sees someone standing in the path ahead of him, he jogs over to the figure, plainly favoring one leg over the other. Then he tries to trace the trajectory of this guy's upward gaze, peering at the sheer face of the wall.]
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When he sees someone standing in the path ahead of him, he jogs over to the figure, plainly favoring one leg over the other. Then he tries to trace the trajectory of this guy's upward gaze, peering at the sheer face of the wall.]
What is it? Do you see something?