Part VIII:
It was some time before Harjen had become more self aware of his own situation. He longed to bring his recollection back to the initial journey down the dirt path, but each time he brought himself back to the very spot, something always felt different. Sure, he did venture outside of the enclosure for food or fresh airr, but never strayed to foo far from achieving his goal.
To put things in perspective, Harjen’s own existence and experience was a tiny speck compared to the durable nature of the various moist growths around him. At the point where the stalactites appeared to have been forming the most complex, an open joint in the floor prevented smooth passage. Whether this was a reminder to all who enter to watch where they step is debatable, presuming that reason or logic could explain the absurdity of science.
“You can stop looking now,” a voice that, if it hadn’t echoed throughout the cavern, would have seemed to be coming from within Harjen’s own thoughts. “As long as you stay the course, you will know you are in the right place.”
To be continued…
