Light shines between cracks in the masonry. The tunnels had flourished with new life. There was talk spreading among the kingdoms that the tomb that had swallowed so many willing souls had been transformed into a lush environment ripe with new flora and fauna. It had been dismissed as talk until they arrived and descended down into the depths. Leaves brushed against the stones like gentle whispers beckoning you further. Moss padded the walls and floors again. Multicolored and wondrous flowers do...
The air is damp and fetid. There has been no light for days. Weeks maybe at this point. Every so often, you feel the soft give of moss under your boots. There would be no rescue from this place. Either you would find your way out of this consuming darkness, or your bones would be crunched underfoot years and years later as you had done with the remains of others who had made the same choice you did. Why had you come to this place? What purpose? You could not explain, and now as your food was gon...
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