Obsession feuled by one man's out in those distant hills, an uncharted passage into Mother Moonlight penetrates the dark. Droplets splash in distant pools. Rats scurry. The gray light weak, foreboding, hangs in suspension like bundled out-of-focus strands of shimmering pearls. Musty, rank smells of rot and decay linger from an ancient past. Further into the rocky, gravel-strewn warren incongruent shapes; geometric, man-made forms. Wooden boxes once piled high, a random heap. A mottle of shimmering metallic colors glow through slender cracks in the dark wood. Every man’s dream of discovery.A foolish dream—where dangers lay.