The exfiltration's a Dark-spun rush, as always.

But Key fits Lock. Lock unlatches Door -- not that Door. Door swings itself open. And Labyrinth greyly shimmers into view. All as the Key bids and binds.

But something is off, in this Corridor. Wait, no, not off. Wrong.

The Labyrinth shines grey; the Labyrinth shimmers from noumenon to phenomenon and back again; the Labyrinth yawns open before the Key. All as usual.

And yet -- to ana and kata, strobe lights and colors which shouldn't, no, can't, be here. Not in this Corridor, certainly not in this Shell. This is a Wrong place for Them. Just as Their being here would be Wrong, even to and for Them.

... But if not Them ... then who, what?

Ah, that's it. Light-drowned Moths. Hopefully.

The Labyrinth, it isn't bounded, but it does have a sort of a "floor", at its boundary with the Real, kata-ward. Other directions, well -- even They mostly just dwell ana-ward.

Light and Darkness, may it just be Moths.