A light more occluded than darkness, air more stifling than void – it was winding and rough-hewn and nitred, the corridor – that he remembered – and the hissing flambeaux leaning from the sconces threw out more smoke than guidance, bringing to light the stones and the course they defined through the murk only to remind him how alien that course appeared, only to impress upon his furious mind how hopelessly lost he was.
Esplandian
A light more occluded than darkness, air more stifling than void – it was winding and rough-hewn and nitred, the corridor – that he remembered – and the hissing flambeaux leaning from the sconces threw out more smoke than guidance, bringing to light the stones and the course they defined through the murk only to remind him how alien that course appeared, only to impress upon his furious mind how hopelessly lost he was.