you're lost within a cave system. after hours of walking through the narrow, clammy tunnels, you're down to your last torch; and with each step, you can feel ๐ฅ๐๐ ๐ฅ๐๐๐๐ ๐ช๐ ๐ฆ ๐ค๐ฅ๐ ๐๐, tucked in your satchel, jostling against your hip.
suddenly, turning a corner, you spot a light ahead of you - but, as you pause to squint into the brightness, you realize that it's not the warm flicker of a torch. no, this looks steady, and pale, and...? no, no, that can't be. you're miles below the surface - and besides, it was the dead of night when you left. is this a trick? and yet... you waver, one hand on your satchel, and finally decide to
creep back into the shadows
tiptoe cautiously towards the light
call out: โ๐ข๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ฌ? โ๐ฐ ๐ฐ๐ฌ๐ช๐ข๐ฌ๐ซ๐ข ๐ฑ๐ฅ๐ข๐ฏ๐ข?










