The young bearded adolescent man, baring a sheathed blade on his right hip and sense of responsibility in his heart, slowly enters the cave made of jagged black volcanic rock. Behind him, the expanse of ocean ripples with tranquility at shore and crashes with dominance as its mass and distance from walkable terrain deepens. The only sound he can hear is that of the calm, black fog covered bay he had emerged from just moments ago.
Tired, but determined, he puts one foot in front of the other, cautiously, as the threat of the nothingness in front of him, filled with the unseen and unheard, overcomes him.
“Squirsh, plouphhhh”. He takes a step and a droplet of ocean water freefalls from the thin layer of moisture that hangs from the ceiling.
The calmness that he feels confuses him - in the face of uncertain existence and potential catastophy, he feels tranquil. He knows what is happening. It is not only right but necessary; a transformation - for the emergence of manhood is on the rise.
Before his eyes, a black scorpion scurries across the rugged terrain in front of him. Spiders descend on angel hair spindles observing the him from his peripherals, knowing what he does not.
He stands still for a brief moment and considers… “Is this search, this descent into evil... is it worth the tradgedy?”. He knows not yet the monster that will emerge on the other side so, there is but only one choice. He continues on…
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