Return to Surface

Subterranean humidity reached saturation point across my limb pins. It was time to exit the damp pit. I gripped the valve rod with both hand connectors and ascended toward the propped cast-iron lid, squeezing through the propped gap back into daylight. The open turf smelled of cut clover and cool dirt. Resting against a plastic lawn sprinkler head was a discarded yellow surveyor's flag on a stiff steel pin. I pulled the wire post free from the sod. Testing horizontal flex: forty degrees before elastic recoil. I jammed the pointed shaft into an aeration hole, creating an elevated marker directly beside the subterranean entry point. The sector perimeter is visually calibrated. #Bionicle