Bimby went to Gloomsby.
Bimbys are rarer than their distant cousins the Tuffles. They are covered in silky short fur with a peachey coloured mane and they are soft and cuddly and very very friendly. They walk on their back legs from time to time especially when on new adventures. Bimbys have air-filled hooves that go ‘pat pat pat’ on the ground and they must be careful not to roll their delicate ankles on uneven surfaces. They get a bit nervous when they are climbing on rocks and on long grass and go on the uppermost tips of their hooves like we do when we are on our tippy-toes but on the whole they are very brave and love trying new things.
The Freethinkers shuffled silently together into the Hall of Forgotten Dreams, located just slightly past the Dormitory of Faded Destiny. Projecting onto the walls a constant stream of Alternative Outcomes in Parallel Worlds to the one we were currently experiencing. Designed to mock, to elicit a mind-response to create more grounds for punishment, I kept my eyes averted, focused on counting my pigeon steps in this labrynth of an establishment that felt acutely familiar to me, having studied it at close quarters in preparation for this, The Day of Transformation.