Call of the Void
Point of Disappearance
This is not an entrance. It’s a pause.
You walk through heat, the sound of tourist buses, the smell of döner kebab and burned sunscreen. And then — it appears.
A hole in the ground. Dark. Quiet. It doesn’t scream. It doesn’t lure. It just is.
Tashkuyu Cave isn’t waiting for you. It’s not even sure you exist.
This isn’t an attraction. It’s a leftover line of code from nature, a forgotten subroutine. You’re not stepping into a rock — you’re falling into invisibility.
Landscapes Without Hope
Inside — stone growing like fungus. The ceiling oozes stalactites, the floor bristles with stalagmites. They don’t expect applause.
The light is dim, bureaucratic. The path twists like it’s trying to forget where it’s going.
470 meters of stone meditation. The walls don’t press in — they just don’t acknowledge your presence. The air is warm and damp, as if you’re inside a living thing that never learned it could be touched.
The route is technically safe, but every step feels absurd. Like you’ve walked into someone else’s dream and are still waiting for them to wake up.
Cry of the Stones
Sound doesn’t echo here — it dies. Your voice is like outdated software, incompatible with this operating system.
Each drop falling from a stalactite sounds like a nail in the coffin of anthropocentric certainty.
The cave is speaking, but not to you. It stores a dialogue between water and calcium, running for millions of years. You’re just excess data. A temporary glitch. A lag in the silence.
Shadows at the Edge of Reason
Something inside the cave reminds you — everything was fine here without you. You are not the center. You are a guest no one invited.
This is the world’s version without humans. Stone that never learned to be comfortable. Darkness that doesn’t need to mean anything.
Maybe nature isn’t indifferent — maybe it’s quietly mocking you. You came to observe.
It came to remind you: nothing you see here is for you. Even the silence doesn’t belong to you.
Marks on the Map
Tashkuyu Cave is in Mersin Province, near the city of Tarsus. Inside: a stable temperature of 18–20°C, high humidity, and zero anthropocentrism.
There’s an entry fee. Handrails, pathways, lighting — all in place.
Everything designed to make you feel safe. And that is the greatest illusion.
Echo in the Void
When you walk back outside, the world will feel fake. Too bright. Too loud. Too confident in itself.
You’ll sip water, squint at the sun, look at the trees — and know: something underneath you is still breathing. Stone that stores silence.
Tashkuyu Cave is not a place of power. It is a place of meaninglessness — stronger than meaning itself.
Nature doesn’t explain. It just waits for you to shut up.
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