A PLUNGE INTO SHADOW: THE DARK TUNNEL BECKONS

The mouth yawned before me, a jagged tear in the fabric of reality. Eerie whispers danced on the air, carrying with them the scent of decay. My quickened its pace, a primal fear gripping my being. There was no turning around now. I had to descend into the abyss. The passage itself was chilling, its walls slick with a viscous substance that glisten