Before he boarded his flight, he downed a sw salad from McDonald's. Not too bad for fast food. And the grilled chicken was pretty tasty too. The flight was long and bumpy but they touched down without a hitch. Now the journey would take on a new meaning entirely. One that would, by necessity, require an astute mind of operational control. The jungle was dense. And his (inner) guide hinted of ruins deep within. Old stuff as far as time is concerned. Time really didn't concern his outcome. There was one stone in particular that he sought.

One more piece to a puzzle that was almost complete. In the deluge that followed the ring of retribution shone bright. Victory filled his lungs. Imagination grounded by Storks of Sacrifice. Action was carved into his blade of silver from another place and time. The smell of salty air reminded him of an ocean full of doubt, but nothing would get in the way, this time. Down the path too much can make one itch for the ivy that wrapped the ground and trees. In the stillness of the vegetation fireworks shot off in all directions.

As he came to the clearing where the pool was cool, many animals gathered nearby.

He remembered just then when he was in the womb of infinity. Forever bound to this merry-go-round.

Take a deep breathe and hold it as long as you can.