Take the leftmost passage.
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Struggling to keep warm despite your soggy clothes, you venture into the leftmost passage. A short walk later, you find yourself in another chamber, except this one is a bit smaller than the one with the large body of water in it. Looking around, you find nothing of note in particular except two more passages that branch from this room. As you investigate one of them, you hear a sad whimpering coming from it, and you naturally investigate to see what exactly is down there. You enter that path and follow it to its conclusion, which is a chamber with an unusually large amount of that glow-y moss and little cobwebs in it, and a little girl with long black hair in a white gown facing away from you and clearly crying. She looks like one of your friends. You approach her silently and touch her shoulder, and the sobbing suddenly stops.
The girl slowly twists her neck until it snaps with an awful crack, and her familiar pale face is stained with tears. Her bloodshot eyes wander around until they suddenly zero in on you, and her mouth opens to utter an awful, hoarse warning:
"Run."
As if her words compel you supernaturally, you immediately spin on your heel to bolt out of the chamber, but in your haste, you run full force into a giant spiderweb that blocks the way. It adheres to your soggy clothes and your skin so well that you cannot even hope to break free from it no matter how hard you struggle. You hear a chittering noise come from behind you and the click-clack of chitinous limbs upon stone, before a sharp appendage stabs into your back and you let out a sharp cry immediately before you lose all control of your body and fall limp against the web. Your consciousness fades as you are pulled off of the web and slowly wrapped in silk by being spun around in the air, and the last thing you see is the hundreds of faintly glowing eyes staring at you as you are engulfed in the wrapping.
Do not be afraid, little one.
I will drink you in your sleep. It will be painless.
Embrace the infinite dreams beyond your mortal coil.
So that you may find peace.
Bad End
