Medusa

As you descend deeper into the cave, the air becomes dense and cold. A strange silence fills the space, broken only by the occasional hiss. Around you, figures stand frozen in eerie poses—statues of those who dared to enter before. Their faces are locked in expressions of terror, as if the moment of their doom still lingers. Shadows flicker against the jagged walls, and the feeling of being watched grips you. The deeper you go, the more oppressive the darkness becomes, until finally, a hiss cuts through.