Well then on you go.
Those looking at the wall will see the pictures are crude, but possess a certain rhythm. It isn't quite a narrative, but they are connected in a strange way. There is something building, it seems, in the reliefs. It seems to have been laboriously carved by hand rather than magic means, which seems interesting in itself. But on and on the pictures continue: rectangles bifurcated in the center, though now they are oddly skewed. The water fall has faded into a river and wouldn't you know it, there are sharks within, because of course there are.
The sound of rushing water ahead prickles at your senses, and those paying attention will notice the air has grown moist and almost humid.
Below, the ground you are walking on groans, but not loudly. It is like the call of a blue whale, miles and miles and miles away. The decibel level is so low you'll feel it in the cockles of your heart rather than your ears.
Hurry up or don't. Who's to say what the better choice is.
Those looking at the wall will see the pictures are crude, but possess a certain rhythm. It isn't quite a narrative, but they are connected in a strange way. There is something building, it seems, in the reliefs. It seems to have been laboriously carved by hand rather than magic means, which seems interesting in itself. But on and on the pictures continue: rectangles bifurcated in the center, though now they are oddly skewed. The water fall has faded into a river and wouldn't you know it, there are sharks within, because of course there are.
The sound of rushing water ahead prickles at your senses, and those paying attention will notice the air has grown moist and almost humid.
Below, the ground you are walking on groans, but not loudly. It is like the call of a blue whale, miles and miles and miles away. The decibel level is so low you'll feel it in the cockles of your heart rather than your ears.
Hurry up or don't. Who's to say what the better choice is.
