Autumn in Saturnine. The worldplasm is thick this season, making the noon sun amber and congealing the image of the moon within a bed of gleaming crystal jelly.
This high passage was meant to be a shortcut between Murgley's Scraper and the Brass Head Building. All couriers love a shortcut. But in a forgotten corner you stumbled upon an old shrine, and as you ran past, a stone statue of Zollok leaned down and took your head between its jaws.
Now you find yourself stuck fast, and in quite the predicament.