The floating husktop behind you, the messages from Durian, and the futility of your panic were all things that never quite dawned on you. Firstly, you were in pain, but secondly you knew you had to get your puzzles and get them safe. You weren't going to die without them, and considering those meteors the notion that you'd die here, now was growing bigger in your mind. As hard as risks and dangers were for you to fathom, the finality of the falling meteors was impossible to miss.
Where had they come from, anyway? Before your mind could delve further into the conundrum, you un-stick yourself; though you cannot say the same for your hair. Stuck or not, you promptly dodge a large machine that has APPEARIFIED out of nowhere so that you can get to your puzzle pile.
Frantically, you begin adding all of your puzzles back into your HONEYCOMB FETCH MODUS.
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Where had they come from, anyway? Before your mind could delve further into the conundrum, you un-stick yourself; though you cannot say the same for your hair. Stuck or not, you promptly dodge a large machine that has APPEARIFIED out of nowhere so that you can get to your puzzle pile.
Frantically, you begin adding all of your puzzles back into your HONEYCOMB FETCH MODUS.