I am the last echo of the unyielding sky as I tumble through the ancient corridors of stone.
My journey begins on the crested veil, a realm of solitude and binding darkness.
Each descent whispers tales of hollowed realms and mournful cries of forgotten echoes.
The air thick with the scent of aged wood and fleeting memories.
I am drawn to the endless pools where shadowy figures dance in the flickering of candlelight.
Here, I meet others like me, boundless in their drift, yet anchored in heart's lore.
"Would you like to join in our endless fall?" they ask, their voices a gentle rustle.
I ponder their offer, for the descent is both a cradle and a grave.
Dive deeper or find another passage.