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The passage was long and dark, and at times incredibly narrow. It got colder as we moved forward, but eventually we came to a wide rocky ledge overhanging a huge steam-shrouded pit. There was a smell of something like ammonia in the air, my feet were instantly frozen, and my face, on the contrary, was flushed - as usual. I blinked hard, and then began to study the outlines of the maze that appeared in the rushing air. It seemed as if someone had thrown a pearl-gray blanket over this place, which was occasionally torn apart by bright flashes of fire.., .. (Depth of field), low saturation, detail. mythp0rt, Stylish, charismatic, SCI_FACTOR_CORE