You remember... You remember a voice, telling you something. It was sweet, warm, and kind, yet you remember fearing the meaning behind her gilded words.

Nothingness meets your eyes, and for the first time you are aware of, your mind stirs from the darkness. Life, where before there was stone and emptiness. Motion, where before there was stillness. Your breath catches in your throat, and you start to gargle loudly in the pitched darkness, the sound echoing off the cavernous walls around you.

You turn and twist, and use your hands to prop yourself up, turning so you're facing the cold stone ground, as your fingers grip its surface and your throat starts to slowly adapt to the new movements.

For the first time, you cough, one hand rising to your mouth instinctively. Unfortunately, it also means you're now holding yourself up with only one of your arms. Still unused to existing, you lose your balance, and fall face-first toward the ground.

You bonk your head on the stone floor, and you make your first noise. "Ah!" You scream soundly, the little noise involuntarily leaving your lips. You're startled by the sudden lack of silence, the only thing you can sense apart from the freezing lack of warmth of the stone between your hands.

Ugh. You turn once more, coming back to the position you were in when you came to, your head resting on the stone and your eyes watching the roof. If you could see it, that is. You slowly breathe, catching your breath, while you have your hands go over your body, silently grasping at yourself. It feels cold, like the sone beneath you, yet hot, like the air falling on your face each time you draw breath.

Darkness fills your eyes, as you once more start to rise. This time, you are calmer, and you can breathe without choking on air. As soon as you stand up, you feel yourself falling. Your stomach empties, it feels as if it's falling to the depths of your tummy, and fear fills your heart, as your arms fling around, desperately trying to keep you upright.

And they do.

You spend some time, you have no idea how long, just standing there, panting heavily and almost falling over, in the complete darkness. Finally, you start to stabilize. Soon, you find yourself standing in the complete gloom and silence of the cave, the only noise filling the dim space being your breath.

What you think is your heart beating, pounds in your ears, as you slowly start to make your way in the direction you're looking at. You have little will to stay here, even if dread grips your heart at the thought of what may lurk in the shade.

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You would not stand idle in the dark and silence. Not too long, anyway. You want to do something.

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You keep your hands before you, thrusting them in the dark, and slowly walk onwards until you come to grip on another stone surface. You touch it, running your digits over it. Your left lands on what you think to be stone. And that's fine. But your right hand... it finds something else. Something even colder, somehow. You grip it, and keep ahold of it, but don't quite know what it is.

You grip onto it with both hands and pull a little, to move yourself closer to it. Instead, it slides out of the wall! You fall flat on your ass. That's two hits you've taken since coming to, you idly think as you use your empty hand to push yourself to lay on the side, staying on the ground.

Life is suffering. It keeps hitting you! You slowly pet both where you hit your head, and your ass.

Meanwhile, your other hand is pinned down by the weighty object.

Your eyes can't find its form in the dark, and it doesn't do anything. Touching it, you can sense it has many sides, and it is heavier than something its dimensions should be.

You stop for a moment and wonder how you know how much something the size of your fist should weigh. Then, you shrug and try and get up again. You keep the mysterious object firmly in your grip, as you start to amble onwards, once more gripping the wall, this time managing to hold onto it without falling over, and you start to move in a direction.

You crawl onwards through the dark, and as time goes on, light seems to become more and more easily found. Your ears start to pick up on a distant sound, something the likes of which you have never heard or seen before, but somehow know to be water flowing in its bed.

A river? A river! You let go of the wall and begin to dash as best as you can, still gripping on the thing. As you move, your ears are now filled with the joyful if slow burbling of water, along with the soft clop of your feet hitting the ground running. Funnily, it sounds like rock hitting on stone, for some reason.

In a few seconds, you see it. The little hole you are in gives way to a bigger hole, trudging through the stone as a much larger vessel, with its base filled with water. It's huge! So much water! You could sink your whole body, and still not reach the water level! And there's even light!

Sparkles fill your eyes, as you move to the edge, and realize there is some stone forming into paths by the riverside. They run onwards in both directions.

You look down into your hand, and can finally see what you're holding on to. It fits comfortably into your hand, as if made to stay there.

Oh. It looks very, very nice. You kind of want more of this thing, actually. You want, at the very elast, one for each hand. Possibly more, you think, as you rise it up above you, looking deeply into it as the light reflecting on the waves rushes through the sparkly stone.

You idly note that your hand seems to fuse into the thing, but you know it's simply because it's the same color. That's fine.

Now, you just have to decide where to go next. Your eyes wander to the waters. Could you…?