A man paused as darkness enveloped him. He had stepped into a narrow tunnel, as wide as two people standing shoulder to shoulder.
Its sides were carved from smooth stone, sloping gently downwards with no end in sight. The solid walls had blocked everything.
The gentle ocean breeze was replaced by an eerie stillness, and the deep blue sky by the pitch-black ceiling.
Permeating the air was a stale scent of something long dead and gone — it was as if he had entered a different world altogether.
He continued forward, accompanied only by the sound of his slippers against the stony floor.
When the light from the entrance disappeared in the distance and his eyes could no longer guide him, he reached out to the wall with his hand.
Then, far in the distance, a flickering speck of red-orange light appeared. It was so small and dim that one might have dismissed it as an illusion.
But as he got closer, the speck of light steadied and grew, taking the shape of a symbol.
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