This lightless realm is not new to me, and it welcomes its visitor with fog lazily grazing my cheeks, tasting as dew does. I walk through the wet soil and grass, heavy mud splattering and collecting between my toes and on the bottoms of my feet. My shoes seem to have disintegrated as I don’t recall removing them. Or perhaps I never wore them and left them with the sun. The temple I am searching for peels from the inside, widened around the cornered edges, and creaks a welcome upon approach. I can already hear the groggy black spiders with fuzzy abdomens and legs start their task of weaving fresh webs. I have seen these webs discarded and woven upon my exits and entrances.…