Long ago it was thought
that certain degenerative diseases, apparently immune to medicine,
could be cured by sufficient clean cold air.
This lead to an exodus
of victims to brighter climes. The sick thronged, muttering and
promenading, by clear seas and cold hills. But, some doctors doubted
the clarity of even these infusions.
They settled on caves.
Caves breath after all,
and the deeper and larger the cave then the longer and more powerful
the breath. What could be safer, more regenerating than to bask in
the cool airs in the womb of the earth itself?
Things did not go as
planned. Within a few weeks of total darkness the body's immune
system drops to zero. This, and other strange qualities of the
darkness lead to unexpected reactions in the interred, violent
reactions.
When the plague victims
were finally forced back into the cave system, a wall was built to
hold them there. That was many many years ago, but they still wander
the underground. The same individuals. You can sometimes hear their
endless muttering as they engage in pleading negotiations with the
disease that now preserves and animates them.
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