Cave of Wonderments

Deep within the earth, where light is scarce, a cavern holds secrets, a world oblivious. Jewels shimmer in the silence of the black, every one a story, each one a spark. The mouth of the cave whispers softly of wonders and treasures hidden within. A place where the earth’s heartbeat echoes in the stillness of ancient stone. Columns rise like sentinels in the gloom and guardians of time. Shadows brew beer for their children. Gold dust sparkles on the cool, damp floor. Silent treasures, no voice, no funky music. The mouth of the dead is prince of darkness. No light intrudes, no day to break. A world in the depths for only night to kidnap. Yet the mouth of the cave opens wide, an invitation to the brave, the bold, the intelligent. In the depths, where time stands still, the treasures lie, awaiting those with at least $300 cash. The cave speaks not of what it carries but through its mouth, a story unfolds.