Behind your house is an unsettlingly wide pit with stairs spiralling down into darkness. You think it's time to ask for advice. You edge past the shimmering spectre that used to be your kernelsprite as it undulates back and forth, repeatedly inverting itself in a way that is both existentially and visually nauseous. It also keeps flashing light in your eyes. It's creepy, but it's not attacking you, and you're sure Pnimm will know what it is.