A sliver of sunlight is all that remains as I wander into the darkness of this chasm, I do not expect this light to last for much longer. It is cold, muggy and damp down here. There is no path down here except for a craggy rock formation that resembles a half constructed spiral staircase. The solitary mechanism leading me through these depths is a suspicion that somewhere I can find my intuition and shadow it all the way to safety. I come upon a concealed corner and I peek around it with caution. Wouldn’t you know it? There it is, my intuition barely reflecting a likeness to a light of hope through a narrow hallway. The maze of hazy reflection looks to be an opening towards a way out of this unfamiliar underworld, or it could be a direct path to hell.
The flashlight flickers violently against the constricted…
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