"Drip, drip, drip…"
The cave was shrouded in darkness, where time and space were indistinguishable.
It wasn't entirely silent within the heavy and oppressive darkness; occasionally, the rustling sounds of magical creatures passing by could be heard, quickly fading away. Apart from the noise of these creatures, the only other sound was the dripping water. The slow rhythm, the unchanging pace, the echoes of the water drops reverberating in the cave, seemed to have started from the beginning of the world's creation, continuing until the end of time itself.
A flurry of frantic footsteps, coming from far away, disrupted the monotonous dripping. From the depth of the dark cave, two faint lights appeared, shaking violently and moving rapidly. Amid the moving lights, there were times when a beam of light would suddenly hit the cave floor, only to quickly return to its original height and continue moving swiftly ahead.
