(He returns from his mixed-up memories to the passage he was previously stuck in. this time he discovers a long carpeted corridor.)
There is lambswool under my naked feet.
The wool is soft and warm,
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nicely narrated one It's upward to the ceiling, where the chambers said to be. Like the forest fight for sunlight, that takes root in every tree. They are pulled up by the magnet, believing they're free. The carpet crawlers heed their callers: