John

It him talking about what I did. I still think he's talking about like a loved one, but he associates some personal guilt to it. So it's almost like it's almost like a suicide in a way. The way he's describing it, like no one will miss me. I just have my phone. I'll walk in. I mean, it reads like a suicide note for sure. Yeah.

But I can already tell it's going to get rough because he's like, I'm throwing up. My ears dripping. I feel spiders in my hair. And we're like five feet into the cave.

But I can already tell it's going to get rough because he's like, I'm throwing up. My ears dripping. I feel spiders in my hair. And we're like five feet into the cave.

But I can already tell it's going to get rough because he's like, I'm throwing up. My ears dripping. I feel spiders in my hair. And we're like five feet into the cave.

The cave continues to shrink. Further on and deeper still, I bang my head on the stalactites above and I realize that the tunnel is not only narrowing, it is shrinking in diameter. Oh no. This is going to be some Ted the Caver stuff. I didn't even see the stalactite before I hit it. It's too dark in this place. I pause in the darkness to try and still my heart.

The cave continues to shrink. Further on and deeper still, I bang my head on the stalactites above and I realize that the tunnel is not only narrowing, it is shrinking in diameter. Oh no. This is going to be some Ted the Caver stuff. I didn't even see the stalactite before I hit it. It's too dark in this place. I pause in the darkness to try and still my heart.

The cave continues to shrink. Further on and deeper still, I bang my head on the stalactites above and I realize that the tunnel is not only narrowing, it is shrinking in diameter. Oh no. This is going to be some Ted the Caver stuff. I didn't even see the stalactite before I hit it. It's too dark in this place. I pause in the darkness to try and still my heart.

I try to distract myself from the rising panic attack by focusing on the air current. The cave is steep enough and has its own pressure system of shifting air currents as they flow from high to low pressure. If the cave is large enough, those currents can almost be mistaken for breathing.

I try to distract myself from the rising panic attack by focusing on the air current. The cave is steep enough and has its own pressure system of shifting air currents as they flow from high to low pressure. If the cave is large enough, those currents can almost be mistaken for breathing.

I try to distract myself from the rising panic attack by focusing on the air current. The cave is steep enough and has its own pressure system of shifting air currents as they flow from high to low pressure. If the cave is large enough, those currents can almost be mistaken for breathing.

That thought makes the fear worse and when I realize that my panic isn't subsiding, I hang my head and continue further. Yeah, like that, the way it's... I feel like I'm in a breathing thing, and then he's like, my fear's worse, and I'm about to have a panic attack. I push forward. Yeah, I mean, it's like a punishment.

That thought makes the fear worse and when I realize that my panic isn't subsiding, I hang my head and continue further. Yeah, like that, the way it's... I feel like I'm in a breathing thing, and then he's like, my fear's worse, and I'm about to have a panic attack. I push forward. Yeah, I mean, it's like a punishment.

That thought makes the fear worse and when I realize that my panic isn't subsiding, I hang my head and continue further. Yeah, like that, the way it's... I feel like I'm in a breathing thing, and then he's like, my fear's worse, and I'm about to have a panic attack. I push forward. Yeah, I mean, it's like a punishment.

Yeah, it's like a punishment and like he's almost being compelled against his own will to keep walking into it. I know as I hunch my shoulders to prevent the stone from scraping into my skin that this place is not a place of honor. Ooh, I like that. That felt right. That made me all tingly inside. Wow. This is the only way forward and the path to my destination is not going to be made easy for me.

Yeah, it's like a punishment and like he's almost being compelled against his own will to keep walking into it. I know as I hunch my shoulders to prevent the stone from scraping into my skin that this place is not a place of honor. Ooh, I like that. That felt right. That made me all tingly inside. Wow. This is the only way forward and the path to my destination is not going to be made easy for me.

Yeah, it's like a punishment and like he's almost being compelled against his own will to keep walking into it. I know as I hunch my shoulders to prevent the stone from scraping into my skin that this place is not a place of honor. Ooh, I like that. That felt right. That made me all tingly inside. Wow. This is the only way forward and the path to my destination is not going to be made easy for me.

Soon I'll have to crawl on my hands and knees if I want to progress deeper. This place is trying to prevent me from reaching the voice. Everything in my body tells me that no highly esteemed deed is commemorated here in this place. Nothing of value is here. So why do I keep delving deeper? Why do I keep on going? It's a question that I've asked myself far too much.

Soon I'll have to crawl on my hands and knees if I want to progress deeper. This place is trying to prevent me from reaching the voice. Everything in my body tells me that no highly esteemed deed is commemorated here in this place. Nothing of value is here. So why do I keep delving deeper? Why do I keep on going? It's a question that I've asked myself far too much.

Soon I'll have to crawl on my hands and knees if I want to progress deeper. This place is trying to prevent me from reaching the voice. Everything in my body tells me that no highly esteemed deed is commemorated here in this place. Nothing of value is here. So why do I keep delving deeper? Why do I keep on going? It's a question that I've asked myself far too much.

The only difference between asking myself back then and asking myself now is the answer. Now I don't have an answer. I feel something dig into my knee and I use my phone to look at the misshapen rock. I'll have to be careful, or I'll shred my hands and knees, crawling forward. I mivone down the depths, hoping to see an alcove or opening, but the path only constricts down like a blood vessel.