Everybody knew about the old metal grate on the far side of Dagsmire Forest and everybody knew somebody who'd tried to open it. There was always something that prevented this though - sudden storms, stray dogs, an unexpected phone call bearing tragic news.
For years it seemed like the grate was never meant to be opened until everything lined up just so and one lone woman literally stumbled across it. As she looked back she saw that it was half open, propped up by a small rock. The scent of something delicious cooking drew her in and before she quite realised what she was doing, she was already replacing the rock and turning on her phone's flashlight.
Before her was a thick wall of plants that parted like silk when she brushed it with her hand, the scent growing stronger with her every step. It was like every kind of food she'd ever dreamt up was waiting just ahead of her somewhere in the darkness and she was suddenly starving.
The deeper she headed, the heaver her legs felt. It was like she was paralysed and something was guiding her to the unseen feast and the great mystery that nobody had found before her. As she finally reached the tunnel's end and found herself standing before a seemingly endless void, she realised three things.
Her legs were held tightly by something too fleshy to be vines and too vine-like to be flesh.
The scent was coming from the endless nothing below.
She was still moving forward.
For years it seemed like the grate was never meant to be opened until everything lined up just so and one lone woman literally stumbled across it. As she looked back she saw that it was half open, propped up by a small rock. The scent of something delicious cooking drew her in and before she quite realised what she was doing, she was already replacing the rock and turning on her phone's flashlight.
Before her was a thick wall of plants that parted like silk when she brushed it with her hand, the scent growing stronger with her every step. It was like every kind of food she'd ever dreamt up was waiting just ahead of her somewhere in the darkness and she was suddenly starving.
The deeper she headed, the heaver her legs felt. It was like she was paralysed and something was guiding her to the unseen feast and the great mystery that nobody had found before her. As she finally reached the tunnel's end and found herself standing before a seemingly endless void, she realised three things.
Her legs were held tightly by something too fleshy to be vines and too vine-like to be flesh.
The scent was coming from the endless nothing below.
She was still moving forward.
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