The three of them carefully made their way along the winding tunnel. The surroundings were so silent that only their faint footsteps and breathing could be heard. In the dim light and shadow, time itself seemed to stretch out. Every wispy thread of air was permeated with a mysterious aura.
Finally, they arrived in a gloomy stone chamber. The space within was not particularly large, but that ancient and mysterious atmosphere inspired an oppressive awe. The moment they stepped inside, candlelight fueled by whale oil greeted their eyes. The flames flickered, casting eerie shadows upon the walls, their faint yet steady glow seemingly recounting the passage of endless years.
Lynn carefully observed the surrounding whale oil lamps. He noticed their styles were extremely ancient, their surfaces covered in mottled traces as though bearing witness to the relentless turning of countless years. He could not help but wonder inwardly how many years these flames had burned, and how many trials they had endured to survive down to the present day.
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