Comhroinn Fuaime

Sometimes… the work does not wait… for daylight… Sometimes… it begins… when the city above… is already asleep… At night… the descent feels different… The streets are quieter… the doors are closed… the windows dark… And the entrance… to the tunnels below… seems almost hidden… A simple opening… easy to miss… But once inside… the world changes… again… The lantern light… feels smaller… The darkness… feels deeper… And the air… feels heavier… than before… At night… the imag