ve and no visible ground below the walkways. I couldn't believe this had been below my house this whole time and I never knew about it. I began to think I must be trapped within a state of my own sub

I had found myself in. Sitting a little down the walkway straight ahead right on the ground facing me was a wooden head shaped like the head of a pig. It was painted with what I could only identify as tribal designs all over the wooden object. Symphonies of black and red coming to rounded and sharp ends. I dropped it and watched it roll off the edge of the walkway only to fall for what seemed like forever. I stood incredibly still to listen for the impact just to try and gauge how high up I was. That sound never came. I decided to follow down this section of the walkway as it was the only path to reveal more than nothing. Even though I was aware of how short the walk was, it felt like centuries. I could feel my heart about to pound out of my chest. I came to a