Repeater

In the fading light, four friends load the last of their gear into an SUV. Harnesses checked. Trunk slammed shut. “We’re all set.” They’re heading out at sundown—into the wild, down a narrow passage Chip’s father showed him as a kid. No climbing. Just a long, dark descent into an underground complex where the sun never reaches. Glow sticks. Headlamps. Rope and belay. No snacks. No traces left behind. A few hours in. A few hours out. Back before sunrise… if everything goes right. Some places you visit once and never forget.