radiation
"it did say 'radiation zone, do not enter'," the armored figure tells you. "you're lucky i happened to be in the area."
"i saw a sign, but i couldn't read the characters. there wasn't a trefoil or anything." there had just been the one white rectangle with an odd pattern of blue shapes. like a child's sketch of a sign.
"powers protect us from the illiterate."
"am i going to die?"
she hoists you into a princess carry, without much apparent effort.
"probably nothing so prosaic. but i wouldn't make any long-term plans."
she carries you for the better part of an hour, by your guess. you had no idea you'd gotten so far.
"i think i can walk now."
"still. best stick close."
eventually you reach your entry point. and there's the sign again:
Shape Hazard Past This Point: Environment saturated with reverberant creation potential. Proceed with caution.
you can read it just fine now. you suppose you just needed to open all your eyes. □
