My eyes are wide open, yet I can’t see a thing. I push through the panic as I hurriedly rotate the knob that’s affixed to the side of my helmet. A glow beams from my forehead, casting light just above my sight line. Below my feet, a gentle trickle of water flows along a stream that has found its way through a carved rock formation on which I stand, tiptoed. “Are you coming mom?” a voice echoes in the distance. I tilt my head down to shine light on my path, take a deep inhale, and scurry along the rigid…