Anthills.
Do you have anthills where you're from?
Imagine those, but made human-sized, and full of a gentle red glow.
Not the kind of red glow one would attribute to harsher, more sinister environments; the Caverns of Estor are like walking through a perpetual sunset. It's not just reds, it's oranges and yellows and everything in between, easy on the eyes and suggestive of wonders beyond comprehension in the deep recesses of the network. How they came to be I am unsure of and the numerous stories of the Caverns told in other lands are layers of paper one has to dig through to find any sort of source, and even those are questionable at best.
No matter, The Caverns are a sight to behold for any travelers that are welcomed into them. That's where Selumeth was born and raised.
He must have brought us to one of the caves used for waste disposal, because our shelter was haphazard, and so frustrating to navigate that I'd rather have slammed my head against the rocks to see stars instead of the environment we were staying in. Selumeth was consistently reassuring me that this was merely a waystation, but even those have standards.
to be continued...
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