Brutus carefully parked his motorbike on a thin metal platform extended in this vast underwater paradise. Surprisingly, Brutus was overwhelmed not by the countless orange lights radiating outwards as it collided with the water, but by the ominous silence that encompassed this place. For a place that only existed in the myths and folktales of the Natives, it still managed to surpass anything that those maniacs portrayed. Turning away from the majestic glare in the distance, the lecture from the Okewns came back to mind:
“Deep in the human unconscious is a pervasive need for a logical universe that makes sense. But the real universe is always one step beyond logic.”
Sensing the courage building up inside him, Brutus turned back to face the blinding glare,
Here he would find salvation, he thought, but here the journey would not end.