Even with Mayoi's doppleganger taking a dirt nap, it isn't exactly easy to get to the well itself. Mayoi will find the path choked with cacti and tumbledown graves. The closer he gets to the well itself, the thicker the air seems to feel. It's hotter than ever, and it settles thickly in the nose and on the tongue, windless and still. Like the first month here, the closer he gets, the more he will feel that he is being watched, strongly enough that it almost feels like someone is reaching out to touch him. It will be difficult to stay near the well for long.

When he drops in a rock, it falls into thick darkness and silence. It never seems to hit anything, or if it does, it's a long, long way down.