Committed to another ancient treasure, another ancient box. You've seen your share of those vines entangled, embracing, strangling the rotting wood that conceals immeasurable wealth, or so you say. I never found much use for stolen gold, anyway. So, sinking like a ship, you hold a desperate cry out in the direction of heaven, hoping that the gods will notice you; some long lost myths in the shadows by your side. |
Don't wait up for me.
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