#JulyRogueChallenge *Eidolon-worthy real places*

#JulyRogueChallenge  *Eidolon-worthy real places*

There is a city built on a rock.
On the rock there is no water, no river or creek. They collect rain, but it isn't enough. So they went and took their water... somewhere else.

There i a well. It's deep, large, long. You enter in it, with jugs and mules and walk its large steps, spiralling down, down, down, down forever. You start jovial and solar, you remember the light of the sun and the wind. After a couple of turn you start to realize that something is wrong. You feel the weight of the mountain over you, the air grows thick and wet. You cannot breath anymore. You have to stop, but the darkness calls you, down, down, down, down, forever down. Every step is torture, you are tired, you cannot breath.
You notice that nobody is coming up again. Were is the blonde guy that entered before you? Hasn't he reached the ground yet? Why that old couple entered half hour ago and you haven't them them coming back?

Then you see, a light, someone in front of you, a couple of turns. Your lungs ache, your skin crawls with humidity, you want to stap, to talk, to rest, to remember that a surface is still there. You walk faster, to meet with your friend, because you don't know her but she is a friend, you turn, turn, and turn again, and turn. Where is she? Why havent you meet her? You look and you see her again, upstairs, but you havent met.

You reach the bottom. At last. You cannot see the sun anymore. The sun is illusion, there only is the water, in the well and in the air. You fill your jugs and you keep going. The same way. You cannot make a mule turn in this a narrow path, you cannot go back.
You go ahead.
The road is the same, but now you are ascending.
It's worse than before.
It's far, far worse, with the weight of the mountain over you, with water and salt and moss and rock around you. Forever.

Then you are out. You are out from the same door you entered before. The sun and the wind still exist. You went down a well, not a big one, walked straight, you nevere turned around, you never stepped on the same stone twice, and you are back where you started.

They went and took the water where there is water. They went and took it somewhere else.

St. Patrick's Well, Orvieto
Inspired to the frigging real experience