The bird gently moving into the deeper circles' of the cave . We drifted for sometime into the shadow of the rocks', moving around the sharp edges'. The atmosphere had calmed. As we approached a new opening, we heard some faint voices', uttering outwards'. We dismounted from the bird's saddle of beautifully embedded feathers'. Corcoran ordered the bird to stay; as we crept onwards', by foot.

Coming up to the opening, we knelt down on our knees', to see into the dwellings' of the cave. From there, we saw a whole set of abandoned people, small in height and dressed in rags'. They were working on heavy machinery; far superior than what I had ever seen.

The people seemed tired and helpless of the situation, famished from food deprivation and struggling to live on cauldrons of broth like soup. We entered unnoticed around the edges' of the room, ducking and diving behind any available cover that came our way, making a safe path through the rocks.

Eventually, we was seen by a young man, he looked at us from the corner of his eye. He continued to work; as if he hadn't even noticed us. Corcoran called him over; waving his hand behind the rock. He ignored us at first and continued to work, Corcoran continued to call him. He looked at us nervously from under his brow. He threw something our way, as we was crouching down. Looking around at the other people in the chamber, he put his work down and made his way over.

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