The Hero with a Thousand Faces (1949)
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The darkness, and the silence, pierced them like swords, cutting deep into their flesh. Each felt the sting of emptiness, and the cold frost of a place untouched by the sun. What would possess anyone to travel down here? No treasure could be worth the risk. That is – if there was treasure down here. No matter, the six comrades held their torches high, and spaced themselves out as they slowly marched forward. Despite all attempts to remain quiet, each footstep echoed into the deep cavern beyond. If they were not alone, then whoever, or whatever was down there knew of their presence.
Hours passed as they slowly made their way deeper into the Abyss. The walking was unsteady, and wearisome. In addition to the darkness, the floor beneath them was paved with small rocks. At times, they could feel a soft breeze coming from an opening on the left, or the right, that led down new, strange paths. But until they knew otherwise, or until their current path abruptly ended, they stayed straight. Each knew, the straight path forward would mean a straight path back. Every once in a while, they tried to mark the walls, hoping to leave clues back to which they came. But despite their efforts, the dark surroundings offered no help in finding any mark they made. They would have to trust their memories, and hope, to make it home again.