If it weren't for the flicker of light that held hope in the distance, he might have changed his opinion.

Twenty days had passed since he stained fresh ink on the contract of a lifetime. Nineteen days since he celebrated the achievement of a lifetime to document the northern island's cave system. Eighteen since his thoughts of an all expenses paid vacation shattered when he realized he was stuck inside the corridors of darkness he had just entered. Terror invaded his imagination as an unstoppable army, keen on destruction. The lightless abyss grew roots on his mental state when he realized that food and water would begin to collect importance. A few moments of helpless passed, washing his spirit in a natural realization of his mortality. Eventually he found his armor and decided to pursue and exit in these ruins of indigo. His fingernails acted as gloves pushing stones away from areas where a breeze could be felt. It was then that he saw that flicker, dance in front of him like a parade. He could shed his skin of sorrow and return to which that he came from. He could save the one most important in his life, himself.