I'll Follow You Down -

She looked up, her face a map of exhaustion and wonder. "I told you I found it," she whispered. "The earth is still breathing down here."

"I know," he said, the weight of the miles above them finally feeling light. "I told you. Wherever you go, " I'll Follow You Down

Elias didn't look back. He tightened the straps of his rebreather, the rubber tasting of salt and old copper. He remembered Lena’s hand in his three nights ago, her fingers trembling as she whispered about a signal she’d found—a ghost in the machine calling from the deep. She had gone to find the source. She hadn't come back. She looked up, her face a map of exhaustion and wonder

"You don't have to do this," the drone hovering over his shoulder buzzed. Its optic lens flickered blue, a cold imitation of concern. "The atmospheric pressure alone will crush your lungs before you hit the mid-levels. Statutory law says she’s already processed." "I told you

Eventually, the vertical tunnels opened into a vast, silent cavern. At the center sat an old atmospheric processor, humming with a soft, bioluminescent glow. And there, sitting on a heap of scrap, was Lena. She was covered in grease, her eyes fixed on a small, green sprout growing from a crack in the floor—the first real life Elias had seen in years.