A northwest setting; pine trees, thick grey clouds. I was working in the rain, shoveling mud to build a unified trail between several neighbors houses. In one particular spot, the ground began to sink, eventually it gave out and I fell into a hole in the earth. I found a path and began walking through this enormous cave, I couldn't even see the walls just a narrow trail between mounds of rubble. Above me was at least a 50 ft high ceiling covered in a network of clanking pipes. Soon after walking for what seemed hours the ceiling disappeared and the ground was becoming more sand like, the air was now arid and warm. Far off I could see several tribal people. They seemed to need my help, yet we couldn't speak the same language. I realized they were trying to dig into the earth to gather water, they looked dehydrated and tired. I found a a soft spot in the ground and one of the tribesman pushed a long hallow pole into the ground, liquid began to gush out from the top yet after tasting it we realized it was not fit for drinking.
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