Ravenbreath

Depths Where Shadows Breathe: Whispers Beneath the Stone

The cavern yawns wide, its walls slick with the weight of ages. Stalactites hang like jagged teeth, their edges catching the sickly green glow that pulses from unknown depths. Paths wind between stone columns, their shapes worn smooth by something other than time. The silence here is thick, heavy—not empty, but patient.
The glow marks the way, but not all who follow return. Footsteps echo too long, swallowed by something unseen. The air hums with whispers just beyond hearing, memories not yet lost. The cavern does not simply exist—it waits. And it remembers those who trespass.