Black wattle and native grasses whisper together as I arrive at the caves. Australian ravens fly past with heavy wing beats, the only sound in this silent land. The hand of man has barely brushed this place.
I follow a rough track to a place where the surface of the earth suddenly yawns open in the black gaping maws of lava tube caves. Suddenly I am aware that the land beneath my feet is riddled with voids and empty channels.
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