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.