Behind the green facade and the peaceful air of the place, there lurked a fear.
For so long there had been a solitude about living in the tunnels. Built so long ago, neglected and left to its own devices the tunnels had largely been forgotten.
Time had allowed them to evolve their own unique beauty and people would gather across from them to marvel at the way nature had crafted its own brand of green moss beauty.
But the slim covered creature who spent its days safe from discovery, safe from the prying eyes of the human was aware of a new danger.
There was a change coming. It could sense it in the tentacles of its slime covered body.
This had been home now for centuries. The water trickled by, the cool dank atmosphere generated the growth of the slime it thrived on, it promoted the moss growth on the walls, it was a green world in which it had been so very content.
But the rumbling was getting closer and it dreaded the thought of having to move, find a new home, this place had been hard enough way back when.
There were signs it didn’t like. The foreign smell that came from the water on certain days, the vibrations within the earth, the tunnels shaking and the threat that posed.