> "Our way out appears to be unaffected, and I hold no attachment to the rest of it. Do you?"
>"I suppose not," says Maribel, watching as the mass overhead continues to compact upon itself without a sound.
>Within a few moments, the remains of the floating room have been reduced down to a small mass, and continues to compact further. The rain of silvery motes continues, making the recess becoming something of a fountain. The motes, themselves seem to be losing mass as they gather toward the center; the small puddle there is not nearly enough to account for all the motes now. Turning your eyes back upward, you see the remains of the room above compact down to a mass no longer than your head, then a hand, and then smaller yet until it vanishes entirely.
>The string continues to feed into the oval regardless. Looking over, however, you can see that the hole in the wall seems to be getting larger.
>_