Quickened by her words, he moves to follow.
A few further steps beyond, and quite suddenly the enshrouding black rolls back, like the tumescent skin of a dark plum peeling.
From the height of an intimate alcove, gazing out over amber and brass-black points of illumination.
The rolling and rumpled subterranean vista punctuated by chiaroscuro happenstance structures and tents.
Mushroom-like colours muted to mellow sepias and coal-fire gleams.