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YOU ApPROAcH THEiNKwELL.
IT dEMAnDs AN OfFERING.
Silence takes hold as the first hints of morning begin to burn away the night's chaos. The boundary is thinning. In this moment of liminality, you feel a pull towards the inkwell.
You peer within.
Draw or write your character in the presence of the Inkwell.
Do they see anything in the depths? What does the abyss reveal to them? Do they remember?