Humid. Humid and wet. It's all you can think about in this maddening jungle atmosphere, and the creeping feeling of being watched does not aid your current predicament. Before you stands the gaping mouth of a cave, lined with stalactites and stalagmites of a crystalline origin, each passing through the colors of the spectrum with an eerie glow. The cave itself seems alive with that odd light, despite the vegetation and rock that lines its exterior. From the interior wavers the constant sound of dripping water, probably a result of this insane humidity that you now find yourself in. A sort of light mist billows from the cave in a thin fog, an almost sure sign that the cave interior is cooler than outside. As you contemplate your entry into this beckoning wonder, the sound of ground impact causes you to turn, gazing into the eyes of some tribal individual, perhaps of a higer-class origin. She seems to be eyeing you through the skull of some misfortunate canid, judging you.
"Why are you here, wanderer?" She asks you curiously, her voice no more than sixteen or seventeen years of age.
"Surely, you are not lost, are you? Here. I am Sphoros. Come into the refuge of my home. My friends will welcome you, I'm sure. And if not, they will be sure to avoid you."You follow the girl into the cave, making sure not to ruin any of the crystals along the way. She seems to be doing the same, going out of her way to indicate a path for you to travel that does not harm the crystal environment. The further you advance, the more precautions seem to have been taken to protect the cave itself, including bridges, vine swings, channels, and other minor adjustments that allow for free passage without harm. When you reach the innards of the cave, far away from the humidity and heat of the jungle, a few more faces begin to emerge from the mysterious shadows.
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