Echoing footsteps in the cave greet us as the flame from the torches show us a scene straight out of a horror movie. Both Sylvia and I could only gulp down our nervousness, as we venture deeper into the cave, as each step brings us deeper into this unknown darkness. At the start of the cave, it was only the ceiling that had weird writing, but as we venture further, the same weird writing would fill the sides, blending into the ceiling.
Every so often I would hold Sylvia back, as I observe the writing on the walls, gazing at the sigils that litter the space in between words and lines. Making out some familiar shapes, I try to piece this puzzle together, as I see sigils that looked like eyes, deformed bodies, animals, and even common landmarks such as mountains and volcanoes. However, no matter how long I look at them, I couldn't figure out a pattern, but instead it looked like a child had painted the walls however they wanted.