Left of west and coming in a hurry with the Furies

As Morganna moved closer to the gaping hole, she felt a strange mixture of excitement and trepidation. The earth beneath her paws seemed to pulse with an energy that she had never felt before, and the air itself seemed charged with an otherworldly anticipation. Her ravens circled above her, their caws echoing through the stillness as if they were urging her on, or were they warning her away? She could barely hear them anyway, seafoam eyes transfixed on the opening of the mine.

With each step, the ground grew rockier, and the landscape transformed. The mine shaft's entrance yawned before her, a dark maw that seemed to beckon her forward. She hesitated only briefly before stepping into its depths, her senses heightened by the mysterious forces that seemed to be at play. Was it something otherworldly, or simply child-like imagination at play?

The passageway stretched ahead, illuminated by the faint glow of luminescent fungi that clung to the walls, so similar to her own. Morganna's heart pounded in her chest, both from the thrill of adventure and the eerie ambiance of the underground. Her keen senses detected distant echoes – the distant rumble she had felt before, now amplified by the enclosed space.

Deeper into the mine she ventured, guided only by the fungi and the distant echoes... but were those... fireflies? What were they doing underground? The air grew colder, and the ground felt uneven under her paws. But she pressed on, driven by a pigheaded determination to uncover the truth behind the shifting earth and the strange lights, and the knocking... She could hear it now, always just around the next bend, always out of sight and reach.