The sounds of the dead are haunting the cavern, as if the wind is blowing with no draft, delivering a different kind of chill.
We don't walk, we trudge.
Marching to the dim dreary light high above.
"The fire is just up ahead, we are lucky... the voices are not loud right now" Bunds voice is barely a whisper.
It's not that the voices are soft.
The moment I stepped foot in the dark cavern they assaulted me.
All of them.
Sounds of crying anguish, and swearing anger.
The sounds of breaking bones, and the crunching of flesh.
It is absolutely horrible.
I am equating the sound to crunchy barbecue, and now my stomach won't stop rumbling, forcing me to place pressure on certain points to stop it from growling.
It's not that I am ignoring the sensations and noise, it is just white noise in comparison to my hyper vigilance.
I know they aren't real, they are like the voices in the Meru.
