I’m deep into the temple now. The air is colder, still, silent. The sound of my pen running on the clipboard resonates and echoes on the old stones. That, and my own breathing.
It’s actually soothing.
It’s also the best atmosphere to concentrate.
Although of course… If you pay attention you will also hear the crackling from the gate I’m trying to go through. It’s an electricity trap, and its sound is ominous, reminding me that one go through it would be the end of any and all adventuring.
But I’m going through it. I have a treasure to discover.
Every time I activate a mechanism, before I even know if I was wrong or right, my heart speeds up. It’s a dizzying, addictive feeling.
This time I got it wrong. But something’s about to cheer me up.
My brother and sister braved their distaste for jungle trekking to join me! On their own!
It means even more to me than what they could possibly guess. I am overjoyed to end this bout of exploration digging around with my little sister.
The Stewarts Family (and other shenanigans) 