The Name Is A Little Mis-       
   Giving, Because Of Course There Is   
 No Real  Geometry In  The Caves. You May 
 Feel As If You  Are Venturing  Into Some 
 Vast  Structure, But  You  Are  In  Fact 
 Leaving Any Such  Thing At The Entrance. 
     Leaving Physical Tethers Behind,     
  Submitting To An Inescapable Darkness,  
 The World Around You Becomes  More  Of A 
 Manifestation  Of  Your   Mind,   Or   A 
 Collective  Mind,  With A  Shape  And  A 
          Direction And A Taste.          
   Inescapeable Darkness, Because If You  
 Bring   A  Candle  Or  Mount  Electrical 
 Lights,   The   Walls   Only  Serves  As 
 Markers  To   Where  The  Tiny   Spatial 
 Existence  Ends And The Darkness Beneath 
                It Begins.                
 Like  An Inverted  Mandelbrot,  The Real 
 Cave Is Actually  Not  The  Pockets, But 
 The  Black  Around  Them.  Keep That  In 
 The Moisture  That  Permeates  Any  Cave 
 Worth  It'S Name... It'S  The  Water The 
 World  Rose  From.  It'S  The  Water You 
         Drown In, In Your Dreams.        
 The Only  Sounds In The Cave  Are  Those 
 That You  Make Yourselves. They  May  Be 
 Distorted  By The  Stone Structure,  And 
 Amplified By  Your  Mind. Try Not To  Be 
 Alarmed,  Try To  Remember  The  Persons 
 And  Objects Around  You,  And  You  Can 
 Discern  A   Mirage   From   A   Friend.