The rope is quite long, probably around fifty meters. The ground I landed on was fairly flat. When I looked down, I saw it was paved with stone slabs, somewhat like the tiles on modern sidewalks.
Maybe it's been covered by fog for many years, the surface of the bricks was damp, like after a recent rain.
I used my small flashlight to search for the silhouette of the five sisters in the fog. It was uncannily quiet below, the only sound was my footsteps.
I sensed my surroundings, but there was no living thing capable of thought. There was absolutely no wind here, and the air wasn't circulating at all, nor did I know if the fog was toxic.
I focused on the ground, guessing that the five sisters didn't wear gas masks and, after descending, might have inhaled poisonous gas, fainted or poisoned to death.
After about ten minutes, I confirmed I was walking in a straight line, then I was blocked by a large door.
