wondering the Underlands

Always, Ze returns to the Underlands, drawn to the mystery like a moth to the flame. Traversing the dark corridors in dreams and visions, ze luxuriates in the excitement of remembering that which ze has never known. Through that hidden world where no other travellers walk, zer soundless footsteps trace the chaotic labyrinthine complexity of caverns, chambers, tunnels and avenues entwining like the serpent arms of a primaeval god... embracing and infiltrating a multitude of worlds, each a sparkling gem of Indra's net, reflecting the hallow-light of all the others. “Is there a purpose to my being here?” ze asks zerself, “and if so, is it mine? And if so, what is it I wander?”

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