The longing draws our protagonist back to the place that changed his life. But they longing for what? Does he really miss the island or the fragile beings that have approached him only veiled. What awaits the lost souls in this seemingly enchanted place? Mysterious and promising, like the strange guests of the island, the music of Foreign Guest, created for the story, also makes its way into your world of thoughts. It captivates, fascinates, drives forward and develops undreamt-of energy!
Have fun with the next part of "the warning" by Simon Rucker with musical background by Foreign Guest!
Up there it says. My memorial stares at me in silent greeting. Pale it stands out against the jungle. Pale and cold. While I keep my pistol pointed at my two prisoners, I wave my other hand in their direction. I feel a little silly, but so be it. At a distance befitting my safety, I follow the two wretches. I feel splendid, I know what to do. We'll set up camp up in the clearing by the graves. That seems like a sensible place to me. I don't want to go back into the cave, it's too risky with those two. It won't work, don't think how they might take me by surprise if I shimmy up the rocks. Besides, I have an audacious suspicion at which point the little bodies enter our world. I didn't even notice the narrow gap in the rock much at first. I had passed it between the mountains just before I found the place with the graves. A peculiar feeling had set in while looking at the dark hole between my temples. Soon I will know more. But for now it's up through the jungle. The two stumble in front of me. There I hear the singing all at once again, shouting, I'm ready. Linea and Anthony look around frantically in all directions, huddle together. I am calm, no longer have to follow the sounds. Soon I will meet them. We have only the bare necessities with us. It shouldn't take long. And once I have met them, it will become clear what to do. While the tropical sun disappears behind the horizon in its usual glorious play of colors, I throw dry palm fronds into the rapidly growing fire. It feels as if I have arrived home. The return journey appears veiled in my thoughts, it is difficult for me to get a feeling for the time that has passed.
