As I suspected, there's nothing here.
The further I go, the walls begin to press in, the path ahead becoming more constricted. The villi, once sluggish and dormant, are now actively writhing. They've sensed me. The fleshy tendrils lash out, extending like ropes, their ends blindly groping, trying to latch onto me as though they were alive.
It's a warning—a clear signal that going any further would be too dangerous.
I need to leave.
Just as I turn back, ready to retreat, I hear it again…
"Please… save me…"
The voice. It's closer now. Clearer.
But where is she?
My heart races, and without thinking, I release the orb of light from my hand, letting it float freely into the darker depths. The light bounces off the slick walls, casting eerie shadows across the twisting tendrils.
"Here… to the left…" the voice whispers, faint but unmistakable.
