"It's just a staircase, bro," a flippooor shouts, as they surf past in a tide of marrow (in search -- no doubt -- of something lovely to liquify, leaving hollow bones behind).

You ignore their noise and gaze at the staircase as it catches the light.

"Where does it lead?" you murmur, entranced.

a buzzing voice somewhere in the back of your mind)"whereveryoulike"(replies