A minor glimpse into what this land truly offers, & she found herself... disappointed. How banal the danger was: was this plump flesh truly the master evil that had been fortold, all that time ago? Maybe one day she would come back here, but she began to accept now that if even the offerings of this place would not sate her boredom, then perhaps she was to do something about it herself.

> A portrait of a bored I/O, sitting on the floor of a blank room. Above, a vast expanse & a sigil. The floor is checkerboarded. The rabbit girl thinks something in an indecipherable language.