


The air inside tastes sharp and dry, each breath laced with the sting of mineral dust. Echoes carry strangely — footsteps seem to walk just behind, even when the tunnels are empty.
Legends say the mountain itself disapproves of the intrusion — that the salt veins are its bones, and the glowing mineral patches are the eyes of the spirits watching the intruders. Those who dig too greedily here might find that what they unearth is not treasure, but attention.