Unfinished Because I Don’t Know How To Write N Stuff

Darkness. Pitch black. Literally nothing. I don’t mean the fun kind either; I mean the wet, dank kind that makes your eyes burn because they’re searching for anything to see. The descent into the cave had been a harsh one due to my lack of knowledge and understanding of what the hell I was supposed to be doing in the first place. I began the decent at least 5 minutes ago.

“It’ll make you stronger,” they said. “It’ll allow your passage into The Heavens,” they claimed. I don’t know where I’m at, but it’s far from The Heavens. In fact I’m pretty sure I’m at least 6 feet down.

I only know this because of the skeleton I just passed with a stone carving reading ‘6 feet here’. How comforting.

Luckily for me, there just happened to be a torch there. That happened to be lit. Recently. Cool, free torch!

Well now that I’m a few more steps further, I think the stone engraving also said something along the lines of ‘no freedom’ and ‘it’s not worth it’. Quite reassuring if you ask me. Reminds me of when my mother told me about the wonders of being a child-bearer (no, I didn’t ask her to tell).