The Island of Destiny
You feel almost light on your feet as you are lured further down the cave by the charming sounds of the harp. The tune is so melodic and perfect, you can't stand to be away from the music. You are actually amazed that music can sound this good, you've never heard anything like it.
You continue further down the cave until finally, you start to see some light up ahead. You see a single candle lit on the ground of the cave, but the light is just enough to illuminate the back of the cave. You can now see the harp and curiously as soon as you see it, the music stops abruptly.
You then rub your eyes, convinced that what you're seeing must be a hoax. Sitting on a stool next to the harp is a skeleton, bony hands still barely clutching the strings. This sight sends a chill down your spine and leaves you wondering if you ever heard any music at all. But you KNOW you must have, it was too perfect and sweet to be imaginary.
But if the music was real, who was playing it?
You continue further down the cave until finally, you start to see some light up ahead. You see a single candle lit on the ground of the cave, but the light is just enough to illuminate the back of the cave. You can now see the harp and curiously as soon as you see it, the music stops abruptly.
You then rub your eyes, convinced that what you're seeing must be a hoax. Sitting on a stool next to the harp is a skeleton, bony hands still barely clutching the strings. This sight sends a chill down your spine and leaves you wondering if you ever heard any music at all. But you KNOW you must have, it was too perfect and sweet to be imaginary.
But if the music was real, who was playing it?