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They called it the cave of wonder and only the most audacious adventurer dared to venture into its depths, where darkness and danger intertwined to create an otherworldly challenge. Among these brave souls was our Main Character, an adrenaline junky, a risk-taker, a true thrill seeker and at his core an adventurer.

From a young age, they had been drawn to the allure of exploration and discovery. Scaling cliffs, leaping off waterfalls, and skydiving were all mere warm-ups for the ultimate pursuit the call to adventure. The adrenaline that surged through their veins during these venture's was unlike any other high, and they craved the intoxicating feeling.

But eventually everyone’s luck runs out.

Armed with the best specialized equipment they could buy and unwavering determination, they descended deeper and deeper into the labyrinthine tunnels. Every twist and turn revealed breathtaking formations of stalactites and stalagmites, The walls themselves bear the scars of millennia, adorned with a tapestry of mineral deposits and ancient rock formations. Veins of sparkling crystals, like frozen stars captured in stone, truly a sight to behold and well worth the visit a testament to the earth's timeless artistry.

But suddenly an earthquake hits the region leading to cave in and as the rock cascaded down sealing the exit behind them and their path back to the surface. Panic gripped their heart as they realized the gravity of their situation – lost, alone, and facing the darkness with only a limited amount supplies left. The adrenaline that had been their compass now turned into a sinister foe.

With each passing moment, the air grew thinner, and the once steady heartbeats became a frantic rhythm. They searched for alternate routes, wriggling through narrow passages and scaling slippery walls. The light from their headlamp danced ominously, casting eerie shadows that seemed to mock their predicament. The once breathtaking formations of stalactites and stalagmites, now glistening like sharpened fangs, the sound of dripping water resonated through the cave, as if it were an animal salivating just waiting for kill.

As hours turned into days, the boundaries between life and death blurred more and more as their food supply’s run out. The cave seemed to tighten around them, closing in like a vise. Their pulse echoed in their ears like to sound of drums, drums in the deep. With each laboured breath, the walls seemed to mock them, suffocating them in the darkness. Time was slowly slipping away, the cavern's ceiling seemed to reach down as if it was were jaws closing around it victim., and as the hours turned to days and there food run out.

Their mind played tricks on them as shadows danced and morphed into nightmarish shapes. In the suffocating darkness, fear became their only companion.

They began to struggle to distinguish reality from hallucination. And each time they their heart sank as they realized the path behind them had twisted beyond recognition they didn’t even remember walking here. Hadn’t I seen that rock.

And in their final moments, before they drifted away, they wondered how ironic it all was. They had come in search of wonder, only to wonder how they had found himself entombed.

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I drifted awake, it seemed, right like it was always meant to be. As if the first thing I should feel is a drifting sensation.

As I become aware of my surrounding I realize I am floating suspended like a piece of seaweed drifting in the ocean, one that never touch’s the seafloor nor breaks the surface it just hangs there being gently rocked back and forth. It was soothing in way no words can describe.

My attention is brought to a flawless obsidian sphere, suspended in the water as if defying gravity. Its smooth surface reflecting the surrounding moonlight that danced upon its polished surface, it appeared almost otherworldly, as if it had been forged by celestial hands and dropped in the ocean then forgotten about like a gift that was no longer wanted.

In the depths of the obsidian sphere's one could almost glimpse the secrets of the universe, the galaxies, the stars, and the unfathomable mysteries that stretched beyond the confines of world. It was a portal to the infinite, a conduit to the cosmic tapestry that enveloped the night sky.

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It was a paradox, a thing of simplicity and complexity, a vessel of elegance and power as it held within its depths otherworldly energy,

As the currents gently nudged the sphere, it flowed with a graceful elegance. Its movements seemed to echo the ebb and flow of the ocean's tides, a testament to the eternal cycle of the sea.

Around the sphere, marine life circled with a cautious curiosity. Fish of vibrant colours and exotic shapes swam near, as if drawn to the sphere's mysterious power. They seemed to sense that this was no ordinary object, but a relic of immense significance something that could change them and the world around them.

The more I focused in on the sphere the more it seemed like it was part of me, like it was me. The obsidian sphere that encapsulated me was more than a physical form, it was a conduit through which I could channelled my power my will.

And that’s when it hit me.

I must be one of those dungeon cores I’ve read so much about.

If I recall correctly a dungeon core is the heart and soul of its dungeon, the mastermind behind its creation shaping the dungeon's architecture manipulating, and guiding its inhabitants.

I would be able to observed the various chambers and passages that radiated from the heart of my domain. I would have hidden rooms filled with ancient treasures, deadly traps, and formidable creatures awaiting their next challenger.

With no chose but to embrace my new existence as a floating observer, I continue to drift across the ocean towards the shore enjoying the 360 degree view of the ocean as I went. Never again could I be afraid of something sneaking up behind me in the ocean again.

As time when by I began to ponder my new existence since I didn’t have eyes, I must be subconscious using mana to see. I try to fall asleep to make the journey quicker only to find nothing happened.

I guess I’m in this for the long haul now.

The graceful ride is now beginning to become effected by the seafloor below me. The water is being pushed up from the deep as I get closer and closer to shore, the tide pushing me towards a distant landmass.

While bellow me just at the edge of my vision emerges an eerie sight. Materialized gradually, as if emerging from the memories of the sea itself. A shipwreck graveyard lay before me appearing from the murky horizon, a haunting seen.

The shipwreck’s remains loom like a haunting spectre’s, the once majestic vessels, their forms now distorted by the ravages of time and the ocean's relentless embrace while at the same time they seemed frozen in time, as if preserving the last moments of their tragic journey. yearning to tell the tales of a bygone era and the souls that had once sailed its decks.

Their hull bore the scars of battles long since passed, while their tattered remnants of their sails cling feebly to their masts, swaying with the gentle currents like mournful ghosts.

The ocean currents gliding me closer, revealing the intricate carvings that had once adorned the vessels, mermaids and sea monster of all kinds once look upon with veneration now, they stood as silent witnesses to the passage of time, worn and eroded by the unforgiving ocean.

The ship’s broken windows, looked like empty eye sockets, stared out into the unchanging ocean, never to see the surface world above.

As I drifted by, one such vessel I catch glimpses of a skeletal figure that walked across the sea floor.

Truly I was in another world. Just like the stories and games I use to play as a kid.

The skeleton seemed to head to the oldest wreck of them all, a majestic galleon that had once sailed the seas centuries ago based on how bad she looked. Once it reached the ship the skeleton raised their bony fingers and gently caressed the ships hull as if mourning those who perished at sea. It seemed oblivious to my presence, as if I am merely a passing shadow in its ethereal world.

And I was within that moment that I felt a profound connection to the skeleton. It had lost its ship and its crew. They were gone and now it was alone just like me. Alone in this endless ocean with nothing to do drift with the ebb and flow of the sea.

I try reaching out with my will to communicate with it. In what would seem like a dumb idea if I were human.

No most definitely a dumb idea if I was still human.

My black obsidian sphere pulsed with arcane power making my will manifest and my intention known, acknowledging the skeletons existence and the tragedy that had befallen it.

To my surprise, the skeleton responded their head snapping toward me its eye sockets stared at me boring into me as if I were a light with in the unending darkness they must follow.

The current pulls me away past my new friend and toward the shore I make my will know and ask the skeleton to follow me. But the murky ocean prevent me from seeing if he hear me. An once more I have no chose but to embraced my existence as a floating observer,

The current soon carries me toward the coast and I can hear the sound of waves crasheing against the rugged coastline the tide edging me close to my new home. A cave entrance, a vast crack in the side of a towering cliff face that rise majestically from the black sandy shore its imposing presence reaching ever upwards weathered and sculpted by the forces of nature, dark streaks of minerals now exposed thank to time. It make the cliffs look like they are was crying teardrops of black stone.

The tide soon pushes me onto the cave where my next adventure awaits.