[The entrance to the corridor looks almost like a whirlpool, tall and almost egg-shaped and churning black and purple, and the inside of it doesn't look much different, with the swirling darkness forming the solid ground and the walls of the tunnel. The corridor seems to stretch on forever.
Xion enters in close behind him.] This way. And stay close.
[She seems to have no trouble navigating it, seeming to instinctively know where to go. After a surprisingly short moment, she holds out her arm and an exit forms -- the same height and shape as the entrance, but it opens out to her room.]
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Xion enters in close behind him.] This way. And stay close.
[She seems to have no trouble navigating it, seeming to instinctively know where to go. After a surprisingly short moment, she holds out her arm and an exit forms -- the same height and shape as the entrance, but it opens out to her room.]