He started down the rough wooden steps. He ducked his head and then flicked the lighter and swung the flame out over the darkness like an offering. Coldness and damp. An ungodly stench. He could see part of a stone wall. Clay floor. An old mattress darkly stained. He crouched and stepped down again and held out the light, fearful and ominus, cinematic quality 8k, excellent dynamic range, dramatic lighting, matte painting, Artstation --aspect 8:13