The smooth face of the mountain

 

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Hanging by one finger, frantically scratching the smooth face of the mountain with the other hand for anywhere to grip on. Both feet slipping up and down like they are cycling the polished face of the mountain, granite shining like glass.

Finally, after some tense moments, a small nook left by an old tree root, a small piece of what was once an ancient woodland remains in the odd piece of tree root and empty space they once occupied. Venturing further in Vernon discovers a cave going deep into the rock. The faint sound of water trickling increases the further he ventures in. Eventually coming to a hidden waterfall created from the melting ice high on the top of the mountain, he notices that the cave continues past the water and he proceeds onwards. Something glinting up ahead catches his eye as he approaches, and he can’t believe what he is seeing. The biggest diamond you could ever imagine, bigger than a watermelon, set into the skull of a sabre tooth tiger. Still aware of what he is looking at he sees a structure with what looks like windows and light coming inside. His stomach now started to turn and his breath slowed down, his senses on high alert, he gradually steps towards the window, reassessing his surroundings with each step. As he gets close enough to peer inside, he jumps back in shock and when he looks again he see’s a figure sitting with his back to him.

It is a very peaceful figure but not familiar. As the being turned to look at him he saw a magnificent sight. An old face but still strong looking, human but slightly different properties and dressed in an ancient gold and leather body suit and head dress. He motioned for him to enter and he revealed the secrets of his and the whole universe's existence. Unfortunately, quantum laws prevent this information from ever reaching beyond Vernon and his beginning awareness. Maybe awareness is the secret.

Jamie

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