"Where Am I?"

You materialize in an ancient room, much smaller than you would expect to exist in a dragon's caves. Even you are becoming quite cramped. Despite the obvious age of the room it is well kept; the moss that once dominated the surface of the walls is long since scraped and dusted, and books are orderly packed away in shelves. You look up to see a beautiful mural covering the immensly high ceiling, depicting a glittering ivory dragon stretched across a starry sky.

Click me.
The dragon's eyes almost seem to glow a pale amber, speaking of intelligence and untold secrets. You stretch up your hand to touch the life-like painting, and the ceiling looks as if it is zooming down within your reach. The painting seems cool to the touch, and rather like scales now that you think of it . . . no, exactly like scales. A red haze settles down over your mind, making it difficult to breathe and impossible to think. Just before you black out, a tinny voice speaks to you in your mind, sparkling like starlight and ringing like bells. *Come in,* it whispers to you happily, *come in and play.*
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