A narrow footpath entering a dense dark wood at dusk, one distant lantern burning
⌖ THE MAP POSITION REPORT

Two robed keepers — one bone-white mask, one soot-black — before twin arched doors
“One of us only lies. One of us only tells the truth. One door leads onward. You may ask one of us one question. Choose wrong, and the floor has opinions.”

COMPOSE YOUR ONE QUESTION

Your question:

The door swings open. The Keepers bow — which they have never done for anyone, probably.

“Well folded. Truth doesn’t care who speaks it — only how you frame the question.
Remember that; you’ll need it twice more tonight.”

“The Moth is expecting you. Mind her. She sheds.”

Walk deeper — to the Hollow

The floor was a lie.
Most floors are.