"I drift through a cave where rocks curl into Tyrannosaurus faces. Water so blue it feels endless glimmers beneath me. Stalactites hang for meters, hollow and weightless as straws; each hums a different note, making music when the wind brushes them. Faces shift when I blink, grinning or roaring. I touch one; the cavern exhales. Dust floats like liquid light. I lift a crystal shard—it hums—and the cave brightens."
"I drift through a cave where rocks curl into Tyrannosaurus faces. Water so blue it feels endless glimmers beneath me. Stalactites hang for meters, hollow and weightless as straws; each hums a different note, making music when the wind brushes them. Faces shift when I blink, grinning or roaring. I touch one; the cavern exhales. Dust floats like liquid light. I lift a crystal shard—it hums—and the cave brightens."