The thick odor of rot clings to every rock and every stone in these abandoned corridors. Somewhere down the caverns, the iron rails grow warm with a foul heat. Sickly yellow light spills over the stones and ores. Suffocatingly acrid steam kisses the decaying wood of the mineshaft's pillars.
Atop...
You slowly begin to wake up. You look around, colorful, toy like buildings, with a variety of decorations adorning them. The walls seem to be painted with... scribbles of crayons? You look around, everybody walking around seems to be... actually a toy. A stuffed animal here, a toy car there,...