John

I don't stand at the entrance of that mine for hours paralyzed by indecision. It takes seconds to make up my mind. Without any more hesitation, I tuck my phone into my jeans and venture into the darkness without checking my notifications or listening to that message. It's an obvious choice.

I don't stand at the entrance of that mine for hours paralyzed by indecision. It takes seconds to make up my mind. Without any more hesitation, I tuck my phone into my jeans and venture into the darkness without checking my notifications or listening to that message. It's an obvious choice.

It's clearly August and the air to the mine is welcoming, cool in comparison to the stale heat of my shitbox car whose AC broke down years ago that I never got around to repairing. I begin walking into the darkness and I leave the world behind. The air is thick with particulates and motes of light flitting amongst the darkness that plays off the sun.

It's clearly August and the air to the mine is welcoming, cool in comparison to the stale heat of my shitbox car whose AC broke down years ago that I never got around to repairing. I begin walking into the darkness and I leave the world behind. The air is thick with particulates and motes of light flitting amongst the darkness that plays off the sun.

It's clearly August and the air to the mine is welcoming, cool in comparison to the stale heat of my shitbox car whose AC broke down years ago that I never got around to repairing. I begin walking into the darkness and I leave the world behind. The air is thick with particulates and motes of light flitting amongst the darkness that plays off the sun.

The light behind me illuminates my path downwards, but with each step forward, my world grows darker. The mind looks like it has been abandoned with dust, building on equipment and spiderwebs occasionally acting as an ethereal bearer to entry that catch in my hair and make my skin crawl. Each step takes me slightly downwards along the sand and shifting earth.

The light behind me illuminates my path downwards, but with each step forward, my world grows darker. The mind looks like it has been abandoned with dust, building on equipment and spiderwebs occasionally acting as an ethereal bearer to entry that catch in my hair and make my skin crawl. Each step takes me slightly downwards along the sand and shifting earth.

The light behind me illuminates my path downwards, but with each step forward, my world grows darker. The mind looks like it has been abandoned with dust, building on equipment and spiderwebs occasionally acting as an ethereal bearer to entry that catch in my hair and make my skin crawl. Each step takes me slightly downwards along the sand and shifting earth.

I feel my feet slip out from me and I catch myself before I can roll my ankle. If I'm not careful, I can easily injure myself here. But it just isn't my environment that is a danger. It isn't just difficult terrain. Something is wrong with my ear. I tilt my head to the side and I feel something dripping out, staining my shirt. A taxia washes over me like a wave and mixes with the cochlear fluid.

I feel my feet slip out from me and I catch myself before I can roll my ankle. If I'm not careful, I can easily injure myself here. But it just isn't my environment that is a danger. It isn't just difficult terrain. Something is wrong with my ear. I tilt my head to the side and I feel something dripping out, staining my shirt. A taxia washes over me like a wave and mixes with the cochlear fluid.

I feel my feet slip out from me and I catch myself before I can roll my ankle. If I'm not careful, I can easily injure myself here. But it just isn't my environment that is a danger. It isn't just difficult terrain. Something is wrong with my ear. I tilt my head to the side and I feel something dripping out, staining my shirt. A taxia washes over me like a wave and mixes with the cochlear fluid.

This could be enough to make me turn back, but what will I be returning to? Who is waiting for me after what I did? Why didn't I go? No one's going to miss me. I continue my descent. I walk in a drunken zigzag further into the darkness, deeper into the depths. The world sways back and forth no matter how hard I try to focus and swallow down the nausea. It rises back up in my throat.

This could be enough to make me turn back, but what will I be returning to? Who is waiting for me after what I did? Why didn't I go? No one's going to miss me. I continue my descent. I walk in a drunken zigzag further into the darkness, deeper into the depths. The world sways back and forth no matter how hard I try to focus and swallow down the nausea. It rises back up in my throat.

This could be enough to make me turn back, but what will I be returning to? Who is waiting for me after what I did? Why didn't I go? No one's going to miss me. I continue my descent. I walk in a drunken zigzag further into the darkness, deeper into the depths. The world sways back and forth no matter how hard I try to focus and swallow down the nausea. It rises back up in my throat.

I'm dizzy but determined. I've come too far to turn back now. I have to go further into the mine. That's a I used to get really bad earaches when I was a kid and I remember like I don't think I was ever to the point where like my ears would be dripping fluid but I remember feeling like they were full of something and like the overwhelming pain. It was like a debilitating headache.

I'm dizzy but determined. I've come too far to turn back now. I have to go further into the mine. That's a I used to get really bad earaches when I was a kid and I remember like I don't think I was ever to the point where like my ears would be dripping fluid but I remember feeling like they were full of something and like the overwhelming pain. It was like a debilitating headache.

I'm dizzy but determined. I've come too far to turn back now. I have to go further into the mine. That's a I used to get really bad earaches when I was a kid and I remember like I don't think I was ever to the point where like my ears would be dripping fluid but I remember feeling like they were full of something and like the overwhelming pain. It was like a debilitating headache.

It's almost like he was throwing up and now he gets closer and now his ears dripping and he hears the voice louder. It's almost like he's changing as he gets closer and closer to what the source is. It's reminiscent of, well, I mean, I may be a little biased because it also involves a cave, but it reminds me of like in Greylock.

It's almost like he was throwing up and now he gets closer and now his ears dripping and he hears the voice louder. It's almost like he's changing as he gets closer and closer to what the source is. It's reminiscent of, well, I mean, I may be a little biased because it also involves a cave, but it reminds me of like in Greylock.

It's almost like he was throwing up and now he gets closer and now his ears dripping and he hears the voice louder. It's almost like he's changing as he gets closer and closer to what the source is. It's reminiscent of, well, I mean, I may be a little biased because it also involves a cave, but it reminds me of like in Greylock.