“Wet stone, long echoes.”

Moist air spills down from Myco Valley and slips into a wide cave mouth locals call the Dank Deeps. The rock stays slick and cool. Water beads on the ceiling and falls in a slow, steady patter. Explorers say the passages keep stepping down and no one has found the bottom yet. So far there is little to show for it beyond damp maps and sore knees, which only feeds talk that something sealed or valuable lies deeper.