Darburn Grotto

Darkness fell like heavy velvet curtains in an empty theatre. A divine artwork of time and water merged into a stunning subterranean cathedral. These caverns felt both comforting and overbearing. As if something powerful controlled the air inside. Making it difficult to breathe. The purple miasma gathered in her hands, morphing into strong rays of light. Then came a white glow.

A woman walked down the path, focused and resolute. She conjured the light not to see, but to announce she was there. After all, over a dozen heat sources of various shapes and sizes were already visible to her. They inhabited this vast space. Some growled. Others decided to blend in with the light and hide their presence.