CLOCKWORK by Antistar

          Got sick of waiting for you. I’ve gone ahead to scout the tunnels. I’ll put up some torches to light the way; pick up your feet and follow them to find me.
          I mean it: hurry up. I want to see your fingers stained from finding this note with the ink still wet. Something in this place makes my hair stand on end; it’s as if the shadows are moving.
               - Camilla