The Outside

Outside the Haven, the world is dark.

The concept of a sun is foreign to this world. All its inhabitants, who know only darkness, rule the eternal night. You have no knowledge of their shape or form, and you cannot see them. But all around you, you can hear… noises. Skittering? Rumbling? Dripping? Whistling? The cacophony of echoes defy definition by mere words. But what could be the source of these noises?

In the dim light beyond the Haven, you can barely make out multiple tunnels, each leading to the unknown. Some may lead deeper into the depths of the cave. Some may lead out to the surface. But even if you were to emerge out of the caves into the dark, outside world, what sort of landscape would await you? Perhaps a lush field filled with flora and fauna. Or maybe nothing but dusty deserts, dominated by death and decay. There is no way of knowing until you see it with your own eyes.