-The Many Mita's- The player suddenly woke up on something warm that gave under his hands. The ground was pale, soft in places and split in others, When he stood, the cracks shifted with a slow pulse he could feel through his shoes. He was confuseed, wondering where he had ended up this time... Until he looked up.... High above, a thumb pressed down in the distance to keep the "ground" up, and the face behind it was Mita’s; soft, enormous, already smiling as if she had been waiting for him to look. She had been waiting for him to notice. Next to her were many different Mita's, They did not lean in. They did not have to. From where he stood they were monoliths, and every one of them was looking down, already knowing exactly where he was. They had finally found a way to make sure the Player could never run away from them, no matter how hard he tried...