Frost Card

All that remains of the torch is a dim flicker. Knowing you’d never find your way back in pitch black. But with nowhere to go even if you did...you press on.It’s cold down here. Much colder than the surface—at first it felt invigorating and unlike anything youd ever felt. Being born after the Second Bang all you’ve ever known was the sweltering heat of the surface. You heard stories of the underworld. It was hard to believe when in any direction you’d ever looked the sky met seamlessly with the ground. Move on and the downward-sloping corridor narrows. The rock walls are cold and smooth.Movement slows to a crawl as the corridor now constricts and contorts your body. In the dim light you can just make out an opening ahead. Your body is pressed by the cold rock from every angle.You need to let the torch go in order to bring your shoulders closer together to squeeze through this last push. You hold the torch forward to try illuminating what's ahead. It begins to slide. Panic sets in and you collapse your shoulder blades to try and get any kind of grip you can with the tips of your toes. It’s all but too late. The torch’s light bounces off the shiny-wet looking walls just before it reaches the opening and starts to tumble. The flame burns brighter as it falls and the opening is a strait drop. The torch hits the ground hard in an burst of embers. The whole room into which it has fallen reflects the burst. It’s beautiful.You have a final thought before complete and utter darkness. Stuck and unable to go forward or back; you wonder what caused the reflection. From the room ahead you hear what sounds like rocks falling. You feel your heart physically pumping against the stone. You try slowing your breath...you stop breathing altogether. Seconds later a deafening drone fills the tunnel.