Roads vanish to reveal the vast interior of a cave. The distant sound of a drop of water dropping into a distant puddle sounds like the crash of thunder. Turning, struggling to discern the source of the sound. The drops seem to fall gently yet loudly and reverberate all around me. I walk and my footsteps, as if to accompany the song of water, rhythmically sound again and again.
Puddles rise up and dissipate into a thick oppressive fog.
Lingering sheets of smoke change the landscape into vague outlines. Walls occasionally materializing like a mountain side emerging from deep within a light, fluffy cloud. The fog pulls closer, a flapping sound like that of a million leafs rustling in a passing breeze can be heard. I spin around desperately trying to see, to know what happens. The cave suddenly fills with a cloud of darkness as the bats descend.