[She opens a door that leads into a basement, and then goes over to what looks like a crawlspace door, just barely tall enough for a child standing. She has to stoop to go through it but she looks oddly okay with it - it doesn't look ungainly or uncomfortable at all.
And then she turns a bit.]
Here.
[The corridor is narrow, cramped, and small, but it's not long, and it opens to a small room - more like a chamber. There's a hanging caged light at the top, and there's only enough room for two people to stand in it, because the rest of it is filled with long, pale gold colored cylinders, the size of a grown man, stacked up almost to the top. They have a strange texture - fuzzy almost. They look soft, certainly, and it's a bit clear that they're made of some kind of thread.
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And then she turns a bit.]
Here.
[The corridor is narrow, cramped, and small, but it's not long, and it opens to a small room - more like a chamber. There's a hanging caged light at the top, and there's only enough room for two people to stand in it, because the rest of it is filled with long, pale gold colored cylinders, the size of a grown man, stacked up almost to the top. They have a strange texture - fuzzy almost. They look soft, certainly, and it's a bit clear that they're made of some kind of thread.
They're cocoons.]
I need more storage space for these.