… It had no legs, and the arms seemed to be hidden under its cloth. Its face was old, diffuse, like it wasn’t really there. Mock was wondering if it could be eaten, but had a feeling it couldn’t even be killed. Not with his spear, at least.
-Do you know the way out?
The figure seemed to be looking straight through him, like if he wasn’t there.
“The tunnels are all like tar and resin,
Like sailors’ knots and the spider’s spin
The exit is found at the stop of the top
A stone is tossed when gravity’s lost”
It disappeared in thin air, just as it had arrived…