Wemmbu: panting “Okay— okay, Boosfer… tell me you have something in that cursed inventory of yours. Food, blocks, anything.” Boosfer: glances around the glowing cracks of netherrack “All I’ve got is a half-broken pickaxe, three rotten flesh, and… a dream.” smirks weakly Wemmbu: “A dream’s not gonna get us out of here! The portal’s gone, Boosfer! It broke!” Boosfer: turns serious for a moment “I know. But panic won’t fix it. We’ll find a way. We always do.” Wemmbu: “You mean like the last time we ‘found a way’? When you said jumping into the lava lake might reveal a secret passage?” Boosfer: grinning “To be fair, it did reveal something. Just… mostly pain.” The two share a tense laugh, the orange glow flickering across their faces. A faint rumble shakes the floor beneath them. Wemmbu: “That’s… not normal, is it?” Boosfer: “Nothing down here is normal. That’s the fun part.” pulls out a chunk of ancient debris, still glowing “Look at this— proof that there’s something deeper. Maybe a path.” Wemmbu: “Or maybe it’s just another dead end.” Boosfer: steps closer, eyes determined “Then we dig the next one. Together.” A moment of silence. The rumbling grows louder—almost like something breathing below them. Wemmbu: “Boosfer… what if we’re not the only ones stuck down here?” Boosfer: grins, though his voice trembles “Then I guess we’ll have company.” The lava light flares, shadows twist across the walls, and the screen fades to black as something moves in the darkness below.