We are so used to water as a commodity, a drink, a mere result of an open faucet. But as you head deep into the darkness it becomes more, it speaks and dances, swirls and shines. Its seemingly incessant flow becomes your welcome companion, pouring into your footsteps. The vast pools of crystal, are they deadly voids or are they puddles? Water is to the ground what blood is to us pests and yet here it is at your feet. Be respectful of the creek and be wary of the current. Enjoy the sound of streams and admire the concretions. Such are the words of the relics.