There stood a tunnel. The air was buried with an old, ancient taste, the stone walls stood frozen in the dark. Every footstep echoed into the darkness, where unknown creatures rest. The ground was covered with carvings of the lost past, which us humans have not found out about. In the middle of the broken ruins, was a glowing, golden ring. Blood red letters floated of the ring, never stopping, as if the ring was a book. As I take one step closer, the ring stopped glowing. Whispers came from everyday, speaking an unknown language which nobody can understand. And there, right in front of me, was something I would never believe.
All by me. Airharp, thanks for making this project!
