The winch rotated, the steel cable was taut, and the metal "iron cage" kept squeaking as it descended, while darkness spread outside of it. A dim yellow gas lamp embedded in the side wall of the shaft dispelled the darkness from the depths of the mine, bringing a limited and necessary sense of security.
Agatha stood on the edge of the elevator, her "gaze" peering through the railing towards the shaft that extended downwards; the night-curtain-like darkness covered her eyes, hiding most of her facial expressions, making it nearly impossible to guess what she was thinking at the moment.
"This place is so deep..." A voice suddenly shattered the calm inside the elevator. Alice stood nervously behind Duncan, looking up at the gas lamps ascending along the shaft walls, and spoke with a bit of fear, "I feel like we're about to go through the City-State and drop into the sea..."