>Go up as intended
>Fly up the rest of the ladder, no need for sudden falls.
> You keep climbing, and then start to fly so you can reach the top faster. As you near the top, you can hear the rustling of leaves. You finally emerge from the tunnel and collapse on the dead leaves covering the ground. This is your first time to the surface in perhaps over a century. It's cold like the Underground is at the moment, but there's a biting wind and no snow on the ground. If it were snowing, the leaves you're lying in would be wet, so perhaps you made the right choice to come in autumn.
> Even though you've made it, something doesn't feel quite right. You sit up and look at your surroundings.
> The forest you're in looks dead in accordance to late autumn; dead leaves litter the floor while others cling to the branches of the trees looming overhead. Every time the wind blows, a few are torn off and tumble to the ground like torn paper. There are trees collapsed on the floor, some mutilated beyond recognition. The ground itself is scarred, as if something had cut through it. Even then, plants and foliage grow sheltered on the ground. The darkness is broken by rays of ghostly purple moonlight spilling over the forest floor.
> Moonlight isn't supposed to be purple. You raise yourself from the ground and fly above the trees to get a better look.
> The sky looks as if it has been stained purple. Clouds roll by at startling speeds, whirling inside and out of each other. But what catches your eye is the moon. The large, bronze sphere hanging in the sky, the sickly purple aura it exudes, the image of a crying woman etched in its surface. You've seen this image hundreds of times before, and yet you've never paid as much attention to it as you did now.
> At least you know where Hell's Moon went.
> The atmosphere feels a bit heavy.
> Maximum capacity of Jealousy Gauge -1
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