The path curved and curved, looping in on itself enough times that if she were a lesser explorer, Yuzu would have found herself lost. Instead, she made sure to mark her path with shallow scratches in the wall. They were illuminated by the fungi that still glowed, though these ones didn't sing.A pity, she quite liked the musical ones.She paused as she rounded another corner. This one opened up into another wide cavern filled with bioluminescent creatures. Her skin didn'...

Walking through the door led Yuzu into an open cavern. The handmade entrance of before is a far cry from the rough hewn natural stone tjat surrounded her now. She wrinkled her nose, only just resisting the urge to sneeze, as a cloud of dust wafted up from the door closing behind her. It creaked on its hinges once more, the sound harsh and grating, but once it was settled back into place, Yuzu could take a moment to look at what was around her. Little mushrooms covered the edges of the ...

Yuzu stood before the entrance of the dungeon. The creeping vines over the top told a story of ancient history, one she didn't know yet. She could stand there for hours contemplating how the vines grew; the places they clung to and the grooves they made their home in. That was just as much a story as the dead ends that hung limp from adventurers past cutting their way through. This entrance was the lesser used one. It was why she picked it. The fewer horses that tread through the area ...