11/08/2021
[2/2] The slow and uncontrolled descent into darkness lasted for an eternity and supplies where running low. Other than the occasional agonizing scraping of a shallow concretion on the hull, which by some devine miracle had survived the drift to this point, the crew had lost sight of the cave's walls or any other landmark as the tunnel progressively widened beyond reach of the torches. They were left stranded in immense void on what now seemed like a cockleshell. In the inky atmosphere it became imposible to tell if one was blind until, at one time that cannot be called a day, a faraway burst of light made the crew question their perception. But as time passed the flashes multiplied, they were getting closer. Against all odds the party was witnessing one of the most fantastic types of underground storms.
Bolts of energy striking the surface with furious anger and mighty power. Ghostly gushes of v***r projected from the inpacts in a deafening hiss. So powerful indeed they shook the flimsy vessel to its core. In the washed out light of the blinding flashes was revealed the brutal ceiling of charcoal clumps and foaming darkness. Yet the immense mirror upon which they sailed remained undisturbed, eerily still, barely rippled by the tumult. In this cacophony of light and shadow the ship was condemned. As the foremast was hit the wooden structure lit like a match. It burned bright yet there was nothing to shine upon other than its own reflection in the crystaline water. There was no soul to grasp the blaze either as the crew had long been blinded by the uncountable columns of light encircling them and scared beyond sanity by their calamitous fate in this otherwordly void of earth. By the time the very last ember of what had been a proud vessel sunk the spectacular display had ended.