[Inari pov]
How long had it been? A month... less... more... I could no longer tell. My eyes opened, shining a glimmering gray within the confines of this constructed space.
Among the surface... among the countless twists and turns, the alleys that seemed to lead to nowhere but another.
Within each and everyone of them, led a route to here. To this underground wonderland. My dungeon. Mine. All mine.
I breathed in the air. For others it would be inherently dusty. A sort of filter that seemed to keep everything out of the eye but dust. But to me, this was heaven. For the surface... it was not scary, it was not unknown.
But it was against my instincts. I am and always will be a dungeon. And for the dungeon to dwell among the surface.
"Unnatural"
