Red Candles

They dripped from the ceiling and clung to every surface like unnatural red stalagmites, imperceptibly sinking instead of growing, and all within their eerie glow seemed unreal.

They had been there since ancient times, undisturbed as they traveled to their seemingly far-away deaths, but now the candles were nearing their end, their wicks almost burned out. The caves looked on as they began winking out, until, finally, the last one flickered to its death, and impenetrable darkness fell again.

The cave sighed and began to muster up an ambient glow. After all, the Heroes had to be able to see.