[Waking in a coffin, even one made of so flimsy a material as those dotting Liminal Space, had been disturbing enough. But the eyes. By all the gods and their assorted demons, the fucking eyes.

Those eyes raise a very important question.]

Did we somehow manage to fail that Jaunt in spite of our delightful hosts having a golden fucking opportunity to suck that world dry of everything they might have wanted, or has one of them simply decided to take cues on decor from horrors best left unconsidered?

[No, really, why is Liminal Space a fucking nightmare of eyeballs, and whose fault is it?]