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[It is dawn or sunset? Hard to tell, but there is the sky above is turning all shades of orange, purple and even some pink here and there. This certainly isn't where you last remembered yourself.

You are currently standing on a platform. To the left is a the sounds of gears moving, people shouting, and people milling about but a thick column of smoke blocks it from view. To the right is a forest of bamboo stalks swaying in the breeze.

Look down and the platform underneath while very thick is made of glass. The room is pink and lacy, frilly, and, oh, ever not so manly at all.]

[ooc: This is open to anyone that comes across it really. Just jump right in. This is a heart game. Think of it as a dungeon crawl through Tyki's heart. Messing with things will have side effects, but that means you should do it anyway. :)]

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[You are in the room as described in the entry.]

[Many large bamboo stalks sprout up from the ground. Whatever color the sun is showing, it all gets muted down to blues and greens. There is a clearing in the center of the trees. Gnarly, thorned vines sprout out from the ground constantly moving. They curl around constantly but as they move occasionally form the words 'Who are you?']

A glance at your left will show a break in the thick stalks. If this forest was a room, that left side would be entirely covered in a sheet of glass. A mirror.]

[The floor almost moves out from under you as you enter. Or at least, it feels that way. Looking outside at the windows you see scenery flying by. You’re … moving? There are bench chairs to lounge about if you feel the need.

There is a pedestal in the center of the room with a deck of cards on it. Before that is a rectangular slot with a placard that says ‘ante’.

On the far side of the room is a door. Behind you the mirror you just walker through.]

[One abode of Cyril Kamelot or at least the main ballroom. The floor is so clean you could eat off it. Are you surprised. There are three curtains in each of the cardinal directions except south. South looks like it goes out to some sort of gardens.]

[The bamboo forest opens to a clearing, and before you spans a lake. It isn’t incredibly large reaching about two hundred meters across. The lighting is dark and spotty as it is filtered through the tree canopy above. The lake is covered with a thin sheet of an ice like substance.

In the center of the lake is a small, wooden cabin.]

[You open up the doors to a large hedges over fourteen feet tall from one side of the gardens to the other. There is an opening in the hedges about six feet wide.]

[As you open the door little cogs, gears and little wires trickle out. The entire floor is covered in them about two inches thick. The sounds of ticking and tocking assaults you next. Clocks cover the walls and there is a stack of them on top of the various mechanical parts that spilled out at your feet. On top of the clocks strewn on the floor is a chair. It has a high back with a cross on it along with one clock resting across the arms.]

You wake up in a very tight space lying down. The thick smell of earth surrounds you and all you can see is dirt, dirt, dirt until, no maybe that is sky above?

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