The boy walked across the dark stretch of ground. He was of an age older than around fourteen, yet younger than about eighteen. In this place, however, age did not matter. Nothing ever did. His eyes were a dark brown, and they matched his wavy, uncombed hair.
Looking up, he could see the rough top of the cave. The darkness should have stopped his vision, but he had been in this terrible place for what seemed an eternity and his eyes adjusted perfectly without any light.
Shifting his eyes to his surroundings, the boy saw the rocky outcrop the cave, the never-ending cave. The jagged edges of stone stuck out of the ground in an unpatterned and wild manor, and yet, they seemed so inviting. The boy walked closer to the jagged stones. Several of them shot straight at him and sliced his thighs. The boy quickly hid the six cuts under his clothing to somehow stop there existence.
The boy walked for what seemed to be several miles, and the cave had no end. In fact, it only seemed to be getting deeper. To most people, the cave would instill a deep sense of fear and foreboding, but the great, wondrous space only showed the boy to be phlegmatic in emotion. In his mind, he had no need to be scared at all. The great expanse of land was in its own way, beautiful. It stopped the boy from having to deal with anyone else. He was... free.
The boy disappeared into the abyss, never again to be seen.