The Whispers of Old Souls
He kneeled there, shaking as he became aware of his surroundings... the cavern. The deep cavern in which he fell was the one that held the lost souls of a forgotten time. He inhaled slowly, feeling the silence around him thicken. He knew they were watching. They were waiting for his invitation. Finally, they thought, a soul to tell our tale. Many centuries forgotten, many frightened people came and passed them by... but this one was different. He stayed. The wind itself held its breath, only exhaling when he lifted his hand as if to say... teach me.