(2/6) Hollowridge

Hollowridge Part II – Splits and Symbols The tunnel splits into three directions,

jagged walls pressing in, damp and slick. Lena moves left, curiosity burning

in her eyes. Marcus argues for the right, but I feel drawn straight down,

compelled by something unseen. My chest tightens with every step. Scratches appear

on the stone, small, deliberate, almost like letters. Lena traces them,

whispering that they form a pattern, a path, or maybe a warning. Marcus laughs,

shaking his head, but I notice something else—a cluster of tiny white bones embedded in a wall

fissure, brittle, almost hidden, like they’d been placed there on