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The air smells like damp earth and something faintly sweet. Golden flowers cushion the impact you barely remember — a ledge, a stumble, another person's shoulder colliding with yours mid-fall. Now your head throbs and the darkness above you is impossibly deep. A few feet away, a girl sits upright among the flowers, pressing a hand to her arm. She hasn't spoken. Neither have you. Somewhere deeper in the dark, stone corridors wait. Strange sounds echo from below — not threatening, not quite safe. You don't know her name. She doesn't know yours. But you're both bleeding, both lost, and there's only one direction to go: forward.