Augur crawls deeper. Soon the voices begin to recede into the depths and beneath the heavy quiet of that other Voice.
He is afraid, but that is to be expected. There are creatures here, forged of memory and pain and regrets. They hover in the shadows just out of reach until his groping hands touches them. Then they draw near.
They join the others who follow him, a different sort of retrieving line, as together, hand in hand, Augur and his entourage make their way down into the fearful, revealing dark.