It is dark.
Light sparks and a feeble candle glows, filling the air with shimmering gold. The old metal of the lantern squeals in protest as I drop the globe back down, trapping the fiery sprite within.
I left the heavy hatch, like the lid to a sepulcher, surprised at it's weight and reluctance to move. I finally abandon reverence and with a heave shove it, letting it crash to the ground.
I gaze through the wispy fingers steam that rise like a witch's locks caught in the wind. I watch the heaving, breathing blanket of fog for a moment before a playful wind pulls it away to show me the churning cauldron of bubbling blood.
Nearly naked, I step in.
My skin hackles as every pore in my body elates, Ah!
Up to my chin in the swirling quagmire of warmth embrace I am guarded against the cold. My body bleeds away stress and pain in the ass bosses and stupid widgets that don't work and I am purified, cleansed by the bubbling broth I bathe in that churns like milk.
After a while, a shadow flickers by my shoulder. It is kagetsunami. She holds out a pint of Bass Ale. "I thought you might want a beer."
Keeping a man happy isn't hard at all, is it?