I died, but I'll wait.

Greed. It is the killer of gold, bane of the very satisfaction of life. Be swayed by a story on how a single ray of hope in a beguiling disguise would meet a tragic end for a poor family, only living in fantasies, trying to find a shortcut to the power of wealth.

A short read about the adventures of my thoughts that lurks on the shadows of my insomnia. How is it my thoughts can take me so far, that time flew as the hours pass by like minutes. The Three Horsemen that keeps me awake at night, or as I like to call it, The Twilight of Time. It is the doings of those horsemen, they are: The Struggles of Love, The Worries of the Future, and The Regrets of the Past. They are them who rupture the dykes of my mind. Why is it always them, why? Perhaps I shall never know. Time always felt so slow yet the clock moves so fast, for midnight would suddenly become 3 AM.

In a small cabin, somewhere deep in the jungles of Borneo, a pair of archeologists, Elise and her partner Lindel, were trying to find a fabled lost civilization, where no technology or human advancement ever laid foot. The talk of the small village nearby spoke of haunting folklore, of a giant beast that lurks in the murky shadows of the jungle. The locals call him: "Batutut", said to be an onomatopoeia of its cry. It is said the Batu guards the jungle and would bring harm any human that dares to be ill-mannered; perhaps an element of the macabre.