Shadow Mountain grandiose

gloom and misery everywhere, stormy weather — yanín continued singing her song to fill the unsettling silence inside of the cave. it was dark and seemingly uninhabited, the sole exception being those night-crawlers which lurked near the ceiling. she hoped that by ignoring them, they would go away.. though that was unlikely the case.

her second verse was stopped at its start by the sound of someone entering, or exiting, her abode. yanín took pause, straightening her spine for a better view at the more distant opening. 

it would seem that their meeting depended on her initiation, much to yanín’s dismay. hello? she called out, is there someone here?