Inside the sower. Smells like poop and piss. Too many rats chasing me. Little light to see underground. Hearing sounds knocking on the pipe. Missing items belong to people. Centuries cities with ruins home’s. Poor man bones laying next to the old rag. With a note said Thank you. So much writing and drawing on the walls. Worship and numbers three. Alone in the sower. With a flash light to holding on. Cold breeze around my skin. In a ground filled with smells. Walking to the center of tunnel. Found a crystal with many colors. Flashing my lights. See a visions of the future. Drop the crystal into the hole. Can’t get the jewel out no more. Walking out of the spooky sower. Never wanted to travel back in.
