>And fight those feelings of despair. No giving up.
>You call upon your reserves on inner strength to ward off the darkening thoughts surfacing within. Sure, you've had one monstroudly bizzarre day, but you're not about to crawl into a corner and take it lying down! Assuming this place even
has corners...
>Look at the ring; does it seem to be doing anything?
>You glance at the violet band upon your finger, and the currently black stone set therein. The stone seems somehow to blend into the darkness around you, as though the two were connected somehow. It's strange, though, seeing it sitting on your finger. Like a hole, almost. A fathomless void resting on your tiny little hand, a little sliver of this place you've made your own.... You tear your eyes away from the stone as that thought creeps into your mind, but you find them drifting almost unconsciouslessly back to it now and again.
>Can we tell anything about that presence that was looking at us? Either way, continue to try to part the black sea, to speak. There's no time for this.
>You continue moving forward, if such a term can be used in a place like this, and try to ascertain something about the being observed feeling you're experiencing. But there is nothing to be seen, in any direction, no eyes, no people, no animals, only a murky darkness surrounding you, despite the increasing sense of haste you feel.
>Actually, that's not entirely accurate. Perhaps it's a trick of your eyes, or perhaps they are becoming adjusted to the dark, but you think, for a moment, you can almost make out ripples in the darkness before you, behind you, around you, as though there were figures moving behind a great curtain surrounding you.
> Byakuren Hijiri Corruption Score: 7.