The Island of Destiny
You stand there in the corner of the cave wall, gaping at the sight before you. You know that you heard harp music, there's just no question. And yet the bare evidence in front of you suggests that either this skeleton was playing the harp or maybe you're just going crazy. But then you think..that if you WERE going crazy..how would you have known to hear exactly the instrument in here?
Before you can think about this anymore however, you begin to hear the now chilling music of the harp pick up again. You stare into the black holes of the skeleton wondering if he or she isn't looking back at you. You suddenly detect a gust of air ripple through in front of you. As you only start to wonder what the hell that was, the whole cave around you starts to fantastically ripple.
The sensation gives your body an intense vibration that feels like its ringing your bones. But in front of you, your jaw drops in amazement as you watch this lifeless skeleton in front of you slowly and gradually grow back its former human composure in one long brush. It is as if something has literally just painted the life back on this man.
He looks at you, but his gaze suggests that he is a million miles away in thought. He weara a white tunic, like the type you would see in ancient Greece or Rome. He slowly strums the harp before him with an excellent ease and you are thankful at least to have finally found a source to the noise.
However, that doesn't really matter much considering the rest of this situation is making you second-guess your own sanity.
Before you can think about this anymore however, you begin to hear the now chilling music of the harp pick up again. You stare into the black holes of the skeleton wondering if he or she isn't looking back at you. You suddenly detect a gust of air ripple through in front of you. As you only start to wonder what the hell that was, the whole cave around you starts to fantastically ripple.
The sensation gives your body an intense vibration that feels like its ringing your bones. But in front of you, your jaw drops in amazement as you watch this lifeless skeleton in front of you slowly and gradually grow back its former human composure in one long brush. It is as if something has literally just painted the life back on this man.
He looks at you, but his gaze suggests that he is a million miles away in thought. He weara a white tunic, like the type you would see in ancient Greece or Rome. He slowly strums the harp before him with an excellent ease and you are thankful at least to have finally found a source to the noise.
However, that doesn't really matter much considering the rest of this situation is making you second-guess your own sanity.