In the pitch-black underwater cave, the air is thick and damp, adding to the eerie stillness. The path ahead is barely visible, save for faint glowing crystals embedded within the rock on the right side. These crystals are scattered along the cave's surface, their soft, ethereal light barely piercing the darkness, casting strange shadows that seem to shift as if alive. The glow is not warm but cold and unsettling, casting an eerie, almost otherworldly atmosphere around the cave.
The crystals range in size, some small and sharp, others large and jagged, protruding from the walls like ancient sentinels. Their faint light reflects off the rough surfaces, illuminating the path just enough to make it seem as if the cave itself is alive, breathing with the energy of the glowing stones. The light from the crystals creates an unnatural ambiance, inviting yet ominous, as if something is hidden just beyond the reach of their glow.
In the midst of this dimly lit corridor, a piece of paper is st