<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="text-decoration: underline"><div style="text-indent:1em;">Kanna &amp; OM, Ascot &amp; Dzel, XIII &amp; Helen</div></span></span></span><br/>Dizzy held the wall and the boy with as as the stone parted from the wall underneath them. Ascot held onto Dzel, Om held onto the wall as well… Kanna, seemed less prepared for the drop. She would tumble down… Along with the flumph.<br/><br/>XIII and Helen had moved out of the way of the rocks. The largest sheet of rock hit with a crack, then the rest came in crumbles and dust, along with the blue-haired and jelly-like alien lifeforms.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="text-decoration: underline"><div style="text-indent:1em;">Lilly, Morgan &amp; Damien, Kwatoko, Bodzil, Merin &amp; Kenman</div></span></span></span><br/>Indeed, as they entered the next archway they would hear voices.<br/><span style="font-style: italic"><br/>“....This place could drop boulders on our head at any minute now..."</span><br/><br/>The coins spilled into this room also, but the main feature became a trio of long stone boxes. They were six feet long and three feet wide. These had been undisturbed through untold ages.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">“...Who is Kemanorel..?”</span><br/><br/>The voices were faint, they did not come from these boxes or in this room, they were in the room beyond it. Beyond another archway and down another hole in the floor.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"...In all honesty, it was just a guess. I had no idea...”</span><br/><br/>Voices came up through that. Along with a light breeze… fresh air.<br/><br/>Likewise, those exploring the crevice below, would be able to hear those above.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"... Do you all hear voices..?"</span><br/><br/><span style="text-decoration: underline"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic"><div style="text-indent:1em;">Cornelius &amp; Wolfe</div></span></span></span><br/><br/>They would leap, they would land, they would journey into the darkness. Illuminated by Wolfe’s technology, the pair could easily find their way down a long hall. The carvings on the wall would slowly morph from nonsensical design or hieroglyphics, to pictures and murals.<br/><br/>The main character became apparent. A man with wild hair. In the beginning of the hallway he was small, he appears to be facing many obstacles, sometimes a wall, sometimes a monster, sometimes another man. With each victory his figure was carved and painted a bit larger.<br/><br/>At the end of the hall he is huge, towering over other men and mythical beasts.<br/><br/>Should they reach the end of this hallway, they would find three doors.<br/><br/>Three doors which are<span style="font-style: italic"> part of</span>a larger relief sculpture. They are in a small foyer, this threshold of sorts, seems to be a part of this final artwork, the final 'frame' of this story.<br/><span style="font-style: italic"><br/>The man sits on top of the world.</span><br/><br/>He is cross legged, His torso taking up most of the center door. His head actually rises above the door frame, he seems to look down on the doors, on the entire scene, the entire world and underworld beneath him. Time has touched this sculpture, half the man's face is missing.<br/><br/>He sits cross legged, he sits on the surface of the world, which is about chest-height to the men viewing the door. Below the surface of the earth, the mural depicts some sort of underworld and the strange creatures which inhabit it.<br/><br/>The man stretches his right arm out to his side and onto the next door. His hand eclipses the sun. The landscape beneath depicts long rolling hills, mountains in the distance, what looks like a small temple, and smaller men with their arms outstretched toward the sky.<br/><br/>The man stretches his left arm out to his side and onto the next door. His hand eclipses the moon. The landscape beneath is much different. The carvings are deeper to create a sense of shadow and night, the landscape is rough, perhaps depicting foliage or rough terrain, there are no men on this door, instead they would see animals and beasts of various kinds and sizes, These are all hunched over, looking toward the ground, their legs bent, running or perhaps dancing.<br/><br/>The 'underworld' persists wit unbroken continuity on the bottom half of each door, and onto the floor beneath their feet. Layers and layers of strange symbols and creatures, all looking up, as if waiting.<br/><br/>Three doors, four paths to choose from. Three new, and one behind them.