The following is a paragraph that I originally wrote at 2 A.M. one morning amidst a bout of frenzy-filled insomnia.
Between the sky-high cliffs, in the midst of gushing, turbulent waters, lies the entrance to the interior of the mountain, where untold treasures await discovery. The ambiance in this region is electric with an awe-inspiring mystery to it, and the mere sight of this monument evokes in one a rapturous, almost divine, wonder for the distant past.
As one steers through the small crevice that the water cuts in between the rocks, one comes across large paintings splayed out over the inner walls of the cliff. Most of them seem to depict different species of creatures indigenous to that region . But some appear to contain peculiar abstract forms that demand closer inspection. The passage can only be navigated by moonlight, although the irregular recurrence of lamp-holders attached to the rocks suggests that the path, at some point in the primordial, may have been a well-lit one.
Between the sky-high cliffs, in the midst of gushing, turbulent waters, lies the entrance to the interior of the mountain, where untold treasures await discovery. The ambiance in this region is electric with an awe-inspiring mystery to it, and the mere sight of this monument evokes in one a rapturous, almost divine, wonder for the distant past.
As one steers through the small crevice that the water cuts in between the rocks, one comes across large paintings splayed out over the inner walls of the cliff. Most of them seem to depict different species of creatures indigenous to that region . But some appear to contain peculiar abstract forms that demand closer inspection. The passage can only be navigated by moonlight, although the irregular recurrence of lamp-holders attached to the rocks suggests that the path, at some point in the primordial, may have been a well-lit one.
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