...for a moment before it lands on the suddenly comforting solidity of stone.
Steps.
He shuffles slowly forward over each step, kicking his heel back to find the upright surface of the previous one, when he realises - without knowing how - that there is a curved wall in front of him. Sliding his palms along the damp wall, he continues down the circular stairwell in the utterly unforgiving blackness.
The sound that before was so difficult to isolate and locate grows ever closer, ever more familiar. Breathing. Someone breathing.
No. Not someone.
Something. Something is breathing. Something huge. It waits at the bottom of the steps on which he now stands, its slow laboured breaths marking the moments until his arrival.
A deep, long breath...
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