A Journey Into Yifaka Mountain — Part 01

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No, this story isn’t the best story. But, it is an interesting story.

Something that is quite unlike anything you’ve ever read before.

Or, at least, something unique.

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A Trek Up The Mountain

On a windy afternoon, rich humidity, rain falls across the long, spiral-like roads that lead through Yifaka Mountain

A woman named “Amara’ is driving along these roads; just her, her motorbike, the rain, and Yifaka Mountain itself.

Eventually, upon reaching a set of old, faded stairs, etched into the steep, nearly eroded fabric of the mountain itself, Amara presses the “Off” button on her motorbike’s solar battery.

The climb is long, slippery, and dangerous.

Right after reaching the point upon which these stairs conclude, Amara notices a door.

A door made of metal and glass, etched into the rocky surface of the mountain.

Amara steps through the door and begins her journey within the “Semora Complex.”

Stepping Through The Door

Grown from a dream, and lost to the wind, the Semora Complex was a laboratory.

A laboratory sculpted by those who once resided within the land of El Salim.

Many ages ago, the land of El Salim was abandoned by its people.

A wealth of theories were crafted, regarding this disappearance.

Even though these theories were crafted by those ostensibly far smarter, and far wiser, than Amara, there is the belief, on her part, that none of them are wholly correct.

Rather, it is Amara’s belief that the people of El Salim transcended the dream from which they were grown within.

And, in the end, all that remains is the artifacts that they, as a people, created.

Every single one of these notions — and a great deal more — flow through Amara’s mind, as she steps through the door and walks down a set of metal stairs within a dim, forgotten space.

Soon after reaching the surface these stairs lead into, Amara finds that the hallways surrounding her are flooded.

Slowly, but surely, Amara walks through the offices and the cubicles comprising these offices.

A vast assortment of computers, folders, file cabinets, desks, and corroded metal chairs pass her.

None of these items is without merit. But, they are not, in the end, what Amara is looking for.

Amara is looking for an elevator.

A space of transition that will allow Amara to explore the deepest depths of the Semora Complex.

And, in exploring the deepest depths of the Semora Complex, to find that which will bring greater life to her world.

Eventually, after wading through the murky depths of the offices, Amara finds an elevator.

Riding The Elevator

A few presses on an old mechanical typewriter, etched into the corroded wall sockets, forces the elevator to descend.

Slowly, but surely, a rather violent, yet subdued, creaking sound becomes louder and louder.

The elevator continues to descend. And, with this descent, the creaking sound strengthens.

Eventually, Amara finds herself on the ground and, with it, her sense of space completely disoriented.

The elevator is falling.

Soon enough, Amara finds herself immersed within a dark void sculpted from water.

Even though there is very little light, Amara is able to swim to the surface and, upon doing so, finds a platform that she grabs onto, allowing her to pull herself up.

Going Beyond The Light

A dark void surrounds Amara.

Right within this void, there is water.

The ground itself is water.

Just water.

And, yet, there is a surface.

A slippery, wooden surface — planks of wood, it appears to be — stitched together by metal nails.

Right within the center of Amara’s vision, there is a light.

A faint, white light.

Amara steps onto the wooden board and, slowly but surely, follows each board, until she reaches a small wooden platform connected to a concrete wall.

Right on this concrete wall, there is a glass door.

A glass door rich with faint, white light; many, many lights, each one vague and unclear, yet indicative of a presence.

No, that is incorrect; not “a presence,” but the presence.

The presence of that which Amara seeks.

Amara pushes against the glass door and, with a violent thud, a passage reveals itself.

And, with the passage open, Amara steps through.

Conclusion

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