"WOW.." Alison exhaled, her dark pearls of eyes scan the entirety of the stone walls. "What is this place?" She whispers.
They'd hiked up that mountain in silence, an uncomfortable silence. Only to be faced with a beautiful entry of what looked to be a cave. Alison walked further in, ignoring the men that followed behind, skeptical.
Her eyes scanned the faint markings on the wall, unable to read their meaning. She edged closer to them, gaining a better view of the ingrained marked that someone or something had made years ago- centuries ago.
Turning, she saw the mouth of the cave becoming a welcoming blue eye. The same one she'd just entered. Shifting her gaze back to the endless tunnel, she looked like one of those kids that had taste ice cream for the first time.
The cavern expands as if it were some natural ballroom, as if so at home in the black, the blessed spirits have their nightly dance.
