You follow the rat deeper into the tunnel. The air is getting colder, and the wind whispers through slits in the rocks above, a mere murmur of words beyond your comprehension. The darkness is spreading, darker than dark, darker than anything. It may be nothing.
Two small eyes glow in the darkness before you, watching you.
〔⍺〕〔go back〕〔run past the rat〕〔talk to the rat〕
Photo © Alexander Ipfelkofer