You push past the barrier of brambles...
...and branches used to shield this entrance from view, and absorb any sound that may come through. Every cat knows of this entrance, but they would rather pretend it is not here. You know, not all minds can handle the power gifted by the Planelords. Not all bodys can handle the stress. The Medics come down here, usually daily, to feed them. Sometimes, injuries occur, but not usually. Your eyes adjust to the dim lighting, the eyes of the insane stare at you from the shadows.
