Spelunking

Standing at the mouth of the cave, rays of the morning sun shining over my shoulder barely reach into the gaping abyss. A black so deep no light penetrates the confines of rock and mystery.

My stomach churns with frenzied butterflies at the thought of delving into the unknown. I call out a string of nonsense words, and their echoes return in perfect sequence, mocking my reluctance to take control.

With trepidation, I step over the threshold, ready to face my fears. I seek a treasure buried deep beneath the surface. There is no marked trail, I’m on my own.