BENEATH THE DARK: 3 DAYS IN THE CAVE

pped itself around me like a shroud. As I navigated the labyrinthine passages, every step seemed to be taken in defiance of the void that sought to engulf me.In the absence of my scho

and imagination blurred. Whispers, once the echoes of my own voice, seemed to take on a life of their own, mingling with the symphony of droplets and creating a discordant chorus.In those hours of isolation, my thoughts became a battleground—a realm where the instinct to survive clashed with the specter of despair. Every step forward required a conscious act of will, a determination to wrest control from the darkness that sought to consume me. Memories of shared laughter and companionship became both a source of strength and a poignant reminder of what had been lost.The cave, once a canvas of discovery, now felt like an endless maze with no exit. The tunnels twisted and turned, each leading to another corridor of uncertainty. It was a place where instincts were honed, where every sound was amplified, and where the boundary between reality and fear became blurred.The nights were the most challenging, as the torchlight waned and the cave transfor