And All Things Will End

There is warmth in the tunnel in front of you, but you cannot determine the distance. Space has no meaning to you now. One step, and you position your body next to it. The cave stretches around you. You extend your arm to discern the source. It meets soft flesh and excited words of recognition. You can feel a smile on their face and their body as it wraps its arms around you in a tight embrace. They chatter incoherently into your ear. This is an obstruction.

The dagger pulls gently on your fingers, directing your arm.

You move more on instinctual reaction than anything else.