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.