Be True To

The cavern is majestic and mysterious. Can he fight his way out of the Darkness?

It calls, and yet, does not speak...

And that's what I felt as I stood in front of the large entryway of the mysterious cavern. The gaping mouth yawned open within the broken sand rock wall as it towered before me. The beauty in the afternoon sunlight glinted an array of colors off the flowstones hanging against the ceiling just inside the entrance. The strong gusts of wind every great once in a while pushed against my back, almost edging me onward.
The exploration, the peril, the discovering.
The curiosity.
The mysteriousness of the cave heckled in my mind. It was overpowering my need to return from my long hiking journey that had lasted since dawn this morning. I was already out of breath when I came across this phenomenal spectacle against the cliff-side I had just trekked. But even now as I stand staring, a small nagging urge compelled me to check out this natural marvel.
Enter...
The next thing I know, I'm crawling down the stony edge that drops off into the cave interior. The dampness sets in immediately but I find it cool and refreshing as I wander past a cluster of rough columns reaching down into the smoothed ground surface. Rows upon rows of stalactites lined above me, resembling razor-sharp teeth bearing down dangerously. I reached the edge of what seemed to be a small pool of water where small crystals sprouted in dazzling shapes and sizes. I walked on, my steps echoing melodically throughout the large space as the sound of droplets hitting rock rang in between. Weaving around two large stalagmites, their sizes matching my entire lower body, I came across the opening to a narrow tunnel. It stretched down a winding path, it's ceiling raised two stories high. Visual was dim as the passage continued into the gloom beyond. It seemed like the lighting was beginning to fade around me as well, due to the sun already setting.
Probably time to turn back and head home.
Continue on...
I had a little more time, and besides, the way back was pretty straightforward. I stepped in and kept my hand against the cool crag surface of the wall. Fingertips chilled as they dragged lightly over the stone while keeping up with my strides forward into the hollowed channel. My breathing broke the silence of the quiet corridor and a shiver slid up my spine as I turned around.
And the way back was completely pitch-black. My heart skipped a beat as I shifted back and forth, searching for any sort of luminescence and finding I could barely see the outline of my hand laying safely along the wall. I tried to keep a cool head, making sure to take careful steps, inching my way back to the known entrance I had first ventured through. It was a straightaway, and all I had to do was keep my hand upon the solid rock.