You run pell-mell down the hallway, around corners, up ramps, and through rooms small and large. Some are clustered with furniture, from simple armchairs and futons to less innocent-looking body frames and stocks. Scattered along the thoroughfares are statues of dozens of different species, some recognizable, many not, locked in ticklish combat or just locked 'n tickled in stocks. Huge tapestries and pictures large and small decorate plainer, less ostentatious regions. Despite the apparent wealth invested in the décor and the various doors that could theoretically fit throngs, the entire place is strangely deserted.
A measure of panic at your ignorance in regards to your whereabouts coupled with the impressive stamina of your new body causes you to go on for some time, before stopping to rest at a large bay window. All of the other window's you had passed before were either too far off or small too difficult to properly look out of, causing you to unconsciously think that it was night time, despite the overall comfortably strong level of lighting.
Outside though, the sun is shining perfectly brightly, illuminating a long, idyllically sandy white beach that stretches to the horizon and which lies several hundred feet below your vantage point. The alcove seems to be set several floors up into a large grey wall, which is in turn part of the structure situated on the edge of a cliff, with the sea on one side and extensive deciduous forests on the other. As you turn away from the vista, once again wondering where the dickens you are, and what had happened to the bear you woke up with eariler, something catches your attention:
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