Meanwhile, Varisha continued to move through the gallery. The odor of the oils was getting stronger as she neared the door at the far end. She was beginning to feel light-headed. After only a few moments, she found it difficult to walk in a straight line, or even hold herself up. The colors that had begun to flash and move around her were making her curious to the point that she was speaking to them and expecting a response. Shortly after, she became aware that she was no longer touching the floor.
"Wow! My mother's home has become an enchanted castle! How exciting! The smell of me doesn't oil those brothers anymore. I mean, the smell of those doesn't bother my oils anymore. No, the smell of those oils doesn't bother me anymore."
She neared the door, though it appeared to be six feet below her. This was disturbing, for the ceiling were only ten feet hight. Slowly, the door began to open. Behind it, with wet, dripping scales, four-inch claws, and thin, pointed teeth, stood an enormous creature.
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