Two vast winged shapes guard a gate of something like resin, smooth but uneven. It is deep gant – the colour that remains when all other colours have been eaten. Ice crusts over the crack between its valves. Approach, and your breath freezes, falls tinkling in shards from the air. It would be utterly foolish to touch the thing.
A merciless wind blows from everywhere to everywhere. It passes without effort through your bridge-coat, your flesh, your lungs. The dock lies empty.
[A RECOMMENDATION. Past this point is mystery. Failbetter suggests that you do not give other players screenshots, content dumps, or any but the most enigmatic hints. Leave a little mystery in the world. We won't enforce this rule or sanction transgressions: it's up to you.]