who stole your heart and the key?

[steelmyself]

In the dark, you taste something sweet and tart on your tongue, almost like apple but not quite: pomegranate juice, out of nowhere. A hint of something metallic accompanies it.

You fall down.

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[unaffective]

[Away from the wasps is the idea, without any regard for the direction - so she heads towards the crack without noticing.]

[steelmyself]

The crack is just barely wide enough for a person to fit through, but it widens up ahead. A dull red glow comes from deep within, as does the scent of brimstone. Right above the crack, a ragged red banner flutters, bearing an indecipherable symbol in gold upon it. That marking is oddly alien in this place.

But you're not so much interested in that as in getting away from the wasps, so you just squeeze into the crack. Before you, the ground slopes down...