> The path ahead of you is marked by two pillars. You can see the church in the distance. The sky is crackling, a ferris wheel falling into view. Your head hurts too much.

"Useless whelp! I hope it hurts, I won't be around to see it! Your body best reject my venom as it embraces His!"

> There's a ferris wheel. It looks old, antique. Ornate. All of the scattered carousel pieces look to be made in a similar way. Her imagination, the Witch's, surely works in odd ways.