Flickering flames begin to lick your torch as it ignites, revealing the cool stone walls of mother earth. Your skin rigged with cold from this damp place. As the torches heat begins to radiate, along with the light, you realize just how freezing you are. It has no effect. With nowhere to run you have but one choice, to step upon the next flagstone, to venture forth into the most ancient halls of the mountain. The darkness seems to lap at your feet, your shadow sliding across the wicked edged icicles clutching to slick rock. The large frosted door sparkles with scattering torchlight, an egress into some forgotten chamber, hidden by the eternity of rock above it. As you draw the book from its place in your pack, you begin to scrape with your torch, racking it across the frost. It sluffs from the door with the gentle heat, and scraping. As your torch sizzles the many intricate runes and esoteric depictions reveal themselves.
What is lying in wait there. What could be held in the dark keeps. Or is it, simply, nothing. You are the deciding factor, the observer who reveals truth, and charts reality.
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