Villainess’s Sweet Everyday

Oh, tunnel. Sadness that seems dark and even signs of spirituality. There is a cool breeze coming from inside. It's like stretching your tentacles, coming this way to lure them in. Of course I have to go through. Because this is a detour, but it's the shortest way.

I saw a plate with the tunnel's name on it at the entrance, but it's rusty, mossy, and illegible. Look inside the blackened tunnel with the exhaust gas. The heavenly lights are half gone. Creepy.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! You're so big. Slightly inclined and sloped. My legs are hard.