Myst III
Before me is a huge white tusk reaching out of the ground and into the sky. Turning, I see frothing waves crashing onto the rocky shore. Suddenly I see what I am looking for a crooked man clothed in rags climbs up a ladder and disappears from view. I follow him and he runs into a house and locks the door. Then deciding to look around I gaze upwards, the soft blue sky looks back at me. Jagged rocks stand high and imposing like sharp daggers upon the golden shore and a crisscrossed maze of bridges shudder as the wind whistles harmlessly above them. By Zac
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