September 29, 2006
The entrance of the cave was enormous. The walls were covered with shiny gemstones that gave the cave a glimmering atmosphere. The poor lad felt a gush of wind as he made his way into the cave. He shuddered. The stalactites hung ominously from the ceiling and the drips of water from these rocky fangs seemed louder the deeper he went it.
He was thankful for the torch he carried, a wooden stick wrapped with a cloth soaked in oil. The warmth that emanated from the torch was soothing as he clutched his torn jacket closer to his body.
The lady with the mysterious voice whom he had sought from the land of Telephone 100 for directions in the cave had told him that whatever it was that he was seeking was 1000 paces from the entrance. Just a straight path. 1000 paces. There it should be. It suddenly occured to him that maybe that lady was in cohorts with th Corporates themselves, intent on misleading on his noble quest to seek that elusive technology of Streamyx. Her soothing voice suddenly turned ominous as he kept replaying her advice in his head.
He had counted 1800 steps and there was no other forks in the cave. It was a straight path and he had followed it. Yet, there was nothing to indicate that the Streamyx he was looking for was here. He felt cheated. All those sweet promises and wanton nothings... His torch was wearing out. The air grew colder.
He vowed to continue his quest...He vowed to find Streamyx wherever it may be.
He was thankful for the torch he carried, a wooden stick wrapped with a cloth soaked in oil. The warmth that emanated from the torch was soothing as he clutched his torn jacket closer to his body.
The lady with the mysterious voice whom he had sought from the land of Telephone 100 for directions in the cave had told him that whatever it was that he was seeking was 1000 paces from the entrance. Just a straight path. 1000 paces. There it should be. It suddenly occured to him that maybe that lady was in cohorts with th Corporates themselves, intent on misleading on his noble quest to seek that elusive technology of Streamyx. Her soothing voice suddenly turned ominous as he kept replaying her advice in his head.
He had counted 1800 steps and there was no other forks in the cave. It was a straight path and he had followed it. Yet, there was nothing to indicate that the Streamyx he was looking for was here. He felt cheated. All those sweet promises and wanton nothings... His torch was wearing out. The air grew colder.
He vowed to continue his quest...He vowed to find Streamyx wherever it may be.
