> No time like the present.
> Begin flying up the staircase.
You begin flying up the staircase. Soon, you become aware that you're someplace else, there's no way these stairs should be able to go so high, nor should there be any mountains at this elevation. The air grows cooler and the sky darker, there is a hint of some sweet odor you cannot identify. Soon the mountains flanking the stairs give way, revealing a lush green forest on both sides. The stairs continue upwards, toward a plateau where an immense wooden palace rests, sprawling in every direction for what seems like miles! Towers dot it, their pagoda-style roofs raising high into the air. All around you are white, vaporous wisps; the ghosts that reside here. Obvious exits are North, East, West, and South.
>Seeing all this, it takes you a few moments to notice that you are not alone on the stairs. A small, white-haired woman stands near the top of them, ahead of you. "This is no place for you," she calls down, her tone as natural as a greeting.
>_