Deepanalabyss

Kaelen tried to speak. His throat was full of darkness.

Not words. More like the memory of words, spoken in a language that had died before humans learned to make fire. The whispers came from inside the walls. From inside his own skull. They said things like: Deepanalabyss

Then the floor tilted.

Kaelen kept walking. The abyss wanted him to stop, to doubt, to turn back. That was the first rule of the Deepanalabyss: The descent is the defense. Kaelen tried to speak