As you look about the various paths through the park, a cool breeze blows through your shoulder-length chestnut brown hair.
You bite your lip and toy with one of your earrings as you decide which way to go.
One path particularly catches your eye. It's overgrown, and seems to lead back into the woods towards a large rock
outcropping. A faded sign along the trail reads "Proteus Cave". It sounds interesting enough, so you begin walking down it.
Within a few minutes' hike, you reach the rock outcropping, and before you is a hole as large as a doorway, leading down into
the ground. Smirking as you appreciate the irony of having brought it, you take your flashlight out of your backpack and start the
descent.
Roughly thirty feet into the cavern, you reach a branching of tunnels. Straining your eyes as you shine your flashlight around, you
gradually become aware of the fact that there are primitive paintings on the cavern walls, impossibly old looking. They seem to
each correspond to a tunnel branch. One depicts a full moon, and figures that are either beasts or men, you can't quite tell.
Another depicts what looks to be a jungle, inhabited by catlike things. Yet another looks like something out of a horror movie,
with humans drinking blood interspersed with pictures of bats and spiders. The final shows pictures of intertwined dragons, or at
least they look like dragons.