Descent into an underground world of terrors
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Picture (if you can) the most horrifying sunset in the world. A sunset where the sky swirls, with patches of red and black, wrapping up the world in a blanket of terror. Shadows loomed everywhere. A long, muddy corridor stretched forward, only it didn’t have a roof, or the sunset was blocking the view of the ceiling. The damp, bloody smell filled the air. Smoke drifted through the sunset, filthy, repugnant smoke.
Floating, lethargically around the place, were scaly demons waving their tridents carelessly as their magnificent purple spikes, horns and the diamond on their forehead shone evilly. Their reptilian eyes seemed to grow and shrink restlessly.
Above them, the dragon king flapped its mighty wings as it clawed at the demon, its radiant tail swished about in the wind. Its jet black skin seemed to grin menacingly. Baring its tongue slowly, it roared ferociously.
You can guess, dear reader, it was not a pleasant place. The stench was terrible but instead of it coming from the huge mass of repulsive animals and monsters, it seemed to crawl out of the walls, blasting through the air.
In one of the tunnels ahead, a colossal rock blocked the way. Frozen to the spot, the boulder was like a muscular bodyguard, not willing to move unless its master said so. There was an atmosphere of fear pounding on the other side, desperate to get out of the cold, bare prison it stood in.
Out of the other tunnel, dark, murky tides crashed against the stones. This water was not like any water. It was impossible to ignore the witch lurking under it, as if about to burst out and cast a spell; the mother of fear. A decrepit pirate ship floated impertinently. There was not a soul to be seen, though shadows hovered at the edge of my consciousness.
Weaving in and out of the mud, the last tunnel twisted along. Although it was empty, it was hypnotizing the environment around it. Intricate patterns on the wall twisted resentfully.
It was a place where no nightmare could take you. An underground world made of fear. A memory that would haunt me forever, a thought that would never leave me alone.
The labyrinth.
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