Barkus

I looked around In the dim distance Rusting machinery Dust And broken glass Into the cavern Dark Damp Dripping water Dangerous Tread carefully Such holographic visions Sinking in Into a patchwork of internalised I was not trained to synthesise Such things as this Instant learning No questions asked Adapt to the task I was not trained to synthesise Pitch black No turning back Echoing footsteps Dripping water I was not trained to synthesise such things as this