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Cavern. Plic. An endless cavern. Plic. Plic. Upon first glance, there is only darkness. Plic. Plic. But to those who wait... To those who listen Plic.
Chip, Chip, Chip I chip away at the stone with a chizel. Its a large grey mass blocking out the sun. It's covered in a thin layer of speckely dirt. The stone is so hard my chizel can not break through.