Igo lowered himself into The Death by means of a rudimentary rope and pulley system with a small plank attached at the bottom, just big enough for him to sit on. He used this wonderful invention to hoist himself low into The Death in order to explore that which his eyes could not see. While in the canyon his only means for sensory input were his hands.
He groped around for hours with one hand holding his weight via the weight displacement of the pulley system and one had swinging widely into the persistent and unflinching darkness.
Most days he felt nothing. Some days he hurt his hand slamming it into the wall of the canyon. This day he felt something... different.
His hand swung around and landed firmly upon a solid object. His first thought of the object were that it was firm, yet malleable, slightly cold to the touch. However, he did not have much longer to think of anything. He had fallen fast asleep.
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