the lost pages of the traveller’s christmas journal (part 6)
Peru
Christmas in Peru was odd; priests would be planetary orbit the streets in a fashion that was curious, curious to me and to any fat cat.
I decided to follow a group of priests; they carried small altars and seemed large enough to fit a medium sized child in there, half my height it seemed. It looked rather lightweight or the physical small build of the ancient priest was deceiving me with his hidden strength.
I followed them to a playground; it’s perfectly silent here, even the trees sway and you couldn’t hear it. I walk on the cement and I can’t hear my foot hit the ground. I can hear my breathing; I can hear and feel my heartbeat as if I am the only singular living organism left in this place.
The priests disappeared into an opening by the playground connected by a cave entrance, I followed the path leading inside but it was quite dark. Over the hills there you could see large domes camouflaged by the grass and forest area. The clouds are a lot darker looming over the proximity compared to clouds outside the playground.
It’s difficult to say for sure what is happening in there, but I’m too afraid to enter, I had thoughts of being kidnapped in the darkness with a bag over my head and several dark figures holding me down. It’s not worth it, even if my curiosity was pulsating.
I’m not certain what to make of this, it might not seem sinister at all, but the question remains why on Christmas the priests carry alters and populate the streets? What’s in that cave and why is the playground so silent?
There are too many unknowns for this journal entry to be shown to anyone, too many questions remain unresolved.
(to be continued …)
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