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After fourty seconds of falling, the rate of descent uncannily
begins to slow. It is a strange sensation like suddenly falling
through water, though experimental gasps between bouts of
screaming demonstrate that it is still very airy. A brilliant
light speeds towards you, framed by the roughly hewn tunnel
walls. And the next instant finds you flung far into the air
toward a wide, square fabric against a cloudless night sky.
The rate of descent slows significantly as the fabric takes on
a translucent texture that soon becomes a thick ropey net that
plants itself firmly in your face. Struggling to determine where
you are leads to two conclusions. Firstly, the net is actually
a spider's web, lending its stickiness to prevent you from
making a long fall back to the ground. Secondly, the web's owner
looks interested in the new visitor to its domain. You quickly
examine your surroundings,
spider-senses tingling.
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