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There is a large slab of pink granite in the middle of a meadow. Inscribed on the stone is the message:
Each of us bears his own Hell.
-- Publius Vergilius Maro (Virgil)
It looks like some rainbow-colored pools are across the ravine to the east, but the ravine blocks the way. The northern path heads into twilight, then night. A sea breeze blows in from the west.