
You both huddle together and wander over to the mausoleum to hopefully find solace from the cold. You both approach a metal gate that has been worn down and rusted off its hinges. You need not to push to get past the metal bars. You both squint into the darkness and don't see anything. You look around and find an old torch attached to the wall. You spend much longer than you'd like to strike a light and ignite the piece of rotting wood but soon enough you venture down into the damp. The winds no longer barrage you as you feel the fester and mold creep in.
You feel eyes watching you, spirits that are trapped here as well; however, you have a feeling that something is protecting you. You watch them drift apart as you and the bunny walk on by. Down the steps you head until eventually you come to a fork in the path. You both try your best to study the language and chipped signs for some sort of hint but nothing is answered. You try your best to avoid looking at the bunny as every time you do, you feel a twinge of lust building.
You stare up at the broken statue of an angel. Here face in her hands as you study the marble. Here, soft moonlight descends through the cracks in the ceiling. You peer left and feel a sense of familiarity. Unsure why, you look right into the darkness and sense a feeling of unity.
> Head left to familiarity.
> Head right to unity.
> ITEM - view and follow the pocketwatch.
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