at the end of the tunnel, you reach a large, moldy stone room, dimly lit by an eerie tarnished, but quite ornate, candelabra..

in the center of the room, a smooth cylindrical stand about chest high, perhaps made of ebony, if it is or ever was dark, heavy wood at all. the sides of the stand seem to have a dark milkiness to them, and the shades within the stand appear to your eye to be.. moving, and shifting slowly..

atop the stand sits a plush, evergreen colored silk pillow.

you can barely make out the runes on the large cylinder stand, but you can tell they are changing as you move closer.

as you creep to within five feet - you see what sits atop the pillow.

a glowing jelly donut.

confused, you see the runes mottle and begin to take a new runic form..

wait, you recognize these runes.. now you can almost hear a groan within your skull, but you are certain your auditory senses heard nothing...

the groan in your head grows more compelling, and you begin to feel the power of its commanding magic.. as you read the runes you realize your folly, as they match the geas now cemented in your skull.. and you are now just another corporeal servant..

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