Soft, silent darkness curling between his fingers and swirling in eddies around his feet. The smell of water and earth sliding uninvited into his nostrils. A sound on the edge of hearing, too faint to be identified, tantalises him with its potential for true horror.
Damp rough hewn stone beneath him.
Slowly, fearfully, he presses forward, though he cannot see where his next step will land...
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