…and cold black terror. […] Whatever is crouching here, in the dark, knows you are here and is not pleased. […] As you reach safety, a voice whispers softly in your ear. 'It is still there,' it says.
You slip further into the cave. A dim red glow lights the way. There is a presence here, but it's not hostile. In fact, you settle down for a nap. It's cosy here. A soft, warm breeze comes and goes, regular and sleepy.
