Visage

A mile into the cave, steadily decending, the oxygen got thin and our torches dimmed. When we stood still, the silence was so complete it made our ears ring. The cave walls seemed to be drawing in towards us. From a darkened corner of what had to be the final turn-around room, I heard the sound of rock scraping against rock. Our lights fell upon a boulder and we saw it was moving, slowly turning. I was the first to focus and gasped accordingly. There on the rock, in the rock, of the rock, was a mummy. A brooding rock mummy whose slumber had been disturbed.