GLOSSOLALIA: (Maintenance OST - Voice of Tunnel)
https://youtu.be/P3spxWZ9hDwA shadow crouches at the threshold.
Your senses are telling you there's nothing there but darkness, unescapable, suffocating. But there is a presence there, with weight and volume, streaming forth like smoke as it fills the rotting air with the terrible pressure of itself. It's always been there. Before the City ever was, it was there. In ancient tunnels, it was there. In pitchest black, it is there.
You can hear its voice all around you. It's as if the very earth was given a singular tongue to cry out with, droning in a tone far <span class="mu-i">below</span> the range of your moth hearing. The mountain shudders underfoot as the bodies whisper together. That voice is saying one word over and over and over again. Once, twice, seven fold times. What is it saying? A leaden sensation grows in your abdomen. Frustration deepens. You feel like you should know it, but the name just falls through like water pouring through a grate.
The churning chaos of smoke... It is so close now, you see it just above you. Maybe even if you tried very hard, you could touch it.
You reach up...
<span class="mu-r">For some reason, you sense a malevolence like nothing else.</span>
<span class="mu-b">[???] For some reason, you feel a bittersweet nostalgia.
COMPOSURE loss negated!</span>
And your claws grasp at nothing. The voice is gone, gone out the elevator shaft and into the earth. A message that was there and then wasn’t. You feel strangely sad for a moment, and you have no idea why.
<span class="mu-i">Darkness there and nothing more.</span>
