Ritual 31 - Daffodil

[crittersheep]

[You're pulled into an enclosure--it simultaneously feels alive and inorganic. You're free to move around, though you can't escape. The walls are both papery and velvet, and the only light emitted is that from six grey sheep that sit silently against one of the walls. They each don a greyed out version of your flock's flower sprouting from one eye, and a grey, dripping candle upon their heads.

As for you, you feel a sting--a papercut. You bleed a tiny drop of blood that stretches thin, like a thread. It somehow penetrates the wall, and if you tug on it, you can tell it's connected to something. What though, you're not sure.]