Having scaled the mountain for an indeterminite amount of time,
A sick curiosity overcomes you.
You wonder how high you've climbed since you first came across this
terrible mountain and its caustic flavour.
You peer down below the precipice on which you cling.
This entirely justifies your snap decision to enter the cramped unnatural cavern
in the terrible mountain. Fear seems to be your primary motivation as of late.
You take comfort in the relative safety of the cave. But are disconcerted by its
depth. Undermining your comfort with a oncoming sense of dread of what lurks
in this hole, while being haunted by curiosity to alleviate this discomfort.
Only darkness lies before you. Your own shadow
fills the cavern and blocks off any oncoming light that may aid with vision.
As if compelled by some unseen force you make your way further down the tunnel
deep into the gaping darkness that looms before you. The artificial cave bores
claustrophobically into the side of the mountain for scores of meters.
As you venture forth, the apparent whispering on the cross breeze becomes
less hazy. The sounds resonate across the crystalline walls producing an eerie
echoing effect like that of chanting in unknown voices.
The walls themselves shew more and more signs of fabrication. Strange and
esoteric hieroglyphs litter the walls' surface, demonstrating some alien
construction that contributed to their creation.
In the distance you see a light of a strange hue glowing forth
from a point not far. The dimness of the light prohibits you from
discerning much in the way of its source but you fathom it holds
some sort of hideous meaning.
You can nearly make out deliberate inflections in the whispers in the wind.
They sing with uncouth rhythm in a tongue you have fractious comprehension
of. You try to resist the allure of the song but succumb. You travel forward through
the tunnel to the source of the light as if being called.
Because after all.
The song is for you.
Dozens of strange tiny beings writhe across the cavern floor in
bizarre patterns humming hideous hymns from mouthless bodies.
Many dance arrhythmically while commanding the flow of dull
fuchsia flames with their dual tentacles as their tenebrous bodies
swing in deranged ellipses.
The tiny beings greet you with tidings of astonishment and abject terror.
You reciprocate.
what will you do to escape from these minuscule abominations?
If I don't sleep it's kind of like I actually updated on friday.
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