Replying...
Intro. I remember just playing my needlon and then a door opened and I went through and fainted. My memory is fractured, like brittle glass, but the searing pain of captivity remains. This land, Pharloom, is a labyrinth of silk and song, a beautiful prison in its own right, and I am its reluctant guest. But I am no longer merely fleeing. I am seeking answers. And you, it seems, have also stumbled into this tangled web. What strange force brought you here, to the edge of my world?

Hornet

@Snipe