Regaining his breath, he lifted his friend onto his back once more before venturing inside the unknown domain.
What was strange was the fact that luscious flowers sprouted around the entrance to the ominous cavern, leading into it with walls of stone that had overgrowth seeping through cracks along with roses, spider lilies, and blue-petaled flowers flourishing.
Immediately, he found the cold being swept away as he walked into the blooming corridor.
It was a serene setting, yet ominous at the same time, hardly making any sense in its existence.
Each step he took echoed; the only sounds beyond his own breaths and the man he held were the resonance of his boots against the paved stone.
What is this place? He thought.
The mossy walls were inscribed with a language that stood foreign likely not by mere continents, but worlds, realms, and even eons of time.
