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You trip along the plant-choked path, looking for any sign of the pitcher-plant clearing. To your shock you arrive in no such familiar place, but instead the gaping mouth of a cave set into a tall rockface. The lip of the cave as well as the walls further in are adorned with glass jars filled with swarms of dancing fireflies, illuminating the darkness with their comforting yellow glow.

Another howl from behind you, near enough your spine tingles. Choices are limited. The cave might be a good hiding place, or it could trap you in a dead end.