【自留】Fallen From Grace by V(20)
But there's more light coming from inside.
Chapter 5
The light starts growing brighter and brighter as I move through the cave. It is long, and convoluted. I the rocks I move over feel moist and slippery, some covered in thick mossy substances tangling with the laces of my shoes. The light starts dimming. As I walk, I feel my heart speed up, almost sinking into my stomach, feeling the light grow further and further away with every step. I exhale, panicked, before falling on the slippery surface, and landing on the uneven rocky floor below.
"funny." I hear a voice say from above me. It's low, resonant, bouncing of the walls of the cave and creating a loud, near deafening echo. "funny how few people come through here, considering the scenery and all." I struggle to look up, grasping at reality to find the genesis of the voice, but the light's grown too far away, and I can barely see my hand in front of my face. "jeez, kid," it says, "here- get up." The voice gets closer, I hear low, rumbling breathing next to my ear. "go on, kiddo." It says, "take my hand." I start hyperventilating. My chest starts wheezing as if permeated by spikes.
Chapter 5
The light starts growing brighter and brighter as I move through the cave. It is long, and convoluted. I the rocks I move over feel moist and slippery, some covered in thick mossy substances tangling with the laces of my shoes. The light starts dimming. As I walk, I feel my heart speed up, almost sinking into my stomach, feeling the light grow further and further away with every step. I exhale, panicked, before falling on the slippery surface, and landing on the uneven rocky floor below.
"funny." I hear a voice say from above me. It's low, resonant, bouncing of the walls of the cave and creating a loud, near deafening echo. "funny how few people come through here, considering the scenery and all." I struggle to look up, grasping at reality to find the genesis of the voice, but the light's grown too far away, and I can barely see my hand in front of my face. "jeez, kid," it says, "here- get up." The voice gets closer, I hear low, rumbling breathing next to my ear. "go on, kiddo." It says, "take my hand." I start hyperventilating. My chest starts wheezing as if permeated by spikes.
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