The winter mist hollows and ignites a spark as I stand lurking through the dark.
Only a light of a fire to brighten and keep a wanderer like me warm
I ponder... A wanderer such as I should be in a place more fascinating; not in the abyss of a cave.
But the wonders I may find: a treasure and a cure that could heal people's pain...
It lies there in this empty void.
I mill about to find another opening to a second cave as I see a small lake
Centuries of weathering carve a crystal seal of limestone....
The salamanders and glows of animals in this lake
Make the environment have a beautiful ambiance that makes me feel languor.
Kerplunk, Kerplunk, Kerplunk! A Stalactite drops a liquid filled with calcium carbonate.
My curious right hand lifted to feel a drop of this cold liquid.
But nothing,
nothing drops.
I walk through the crammed space and see
a small torch gleaming behind a stone,
I am not alone.
Bewildered I am at this new conclusion.
I rapidly look at the surroundings near me and see an interesting piece of stone.
It looks like a lever that a person could pull.
Why is this intriguing object here?
Should I pull this lever back just to realize that someone is already there to attack me?
Should I pull the strange lever back, stand, and look the person in the eye?
I impulsively pull the lever.
A screech intensifies as a stone rolls out of the way...
The opening reveals a hollow space.
The open room shows no face.
I see a treasure box with a single key.
Just as I am about to maneuver the key into the hole,
I hear a very lonesome shout!
HELP, HELP, HELP! A WANDERER LIKE ME! The voice cries.
Maybe I should just grab the prize....
I NEED HELP I AM A WANDERER LIKE YOU
Who could this person be that is needing help anyway?
What if after I help them, they decide they want to betray?
Betray me and kill me for trying to take the fortune.
Oh, this unfortunate fortune.
I rattle the key through the hole and open the box.
I see a writing that is encrypted on a rock and use the key to translate.
HELP, HELP, HELP! THE WANDERER CRIES
What does this mean? How does the treasure know someone is hurt?
I see a picture of my face.
This makes me turn to escape.
I run and run with the heavy box in my arm.
But I am not aware of how I am harmed.
I trip and fall onto a stiff rock.
I find my breath to say a final plea,
HELP, HELP, HELP! A WANDERER LIKE ME!
