ir just all sounds so hollow in here. a large cavern filled only with candles. not even candles- wil o' the wisps resembling candles. foo fighters in a holding pattern. nothing but the smell of water, silent, moving imperceptably into the depths. spelunking into this emptiness, are we? delving a little bit past the skin of things? chart the hauntings of the place? scrape the dust from the bones of long extinct predators entombed there?