Somethings Are Universal

Somethings Are Universal

Pain screamed out from the stone. Every edifice, every motif, every carving, inscription or construction spoke to pain. Not just of the laborers who were tasked with the temple’s construction, but the artists’ minds behind its creation. Whatever dark gods had once inhabited the site surely would have perished from pain alone - it was so redolent that even standing with one’s back to the place it could still be felt.

Jean hesitated before moving forward. Nothing good could come of approaching such a place. Everyone and everything seemed to avoid this place. The trees that encompassed the temple only did so by finding their way between the stones. Every carved surface remained clear of vines, leaves or branches. 

He was there for the temple, though it was clear the temple did not welcome his presence. Inside was said to be something of value, Jean did not know what. Only that he had been tasked with retrieving it or death. Presented with little in options Jean set out into the jungle to find the temple.

The noon day sun couldn’t even burn away the chill the emanated from the stone. And so Jean crept around the edge of the temple, keeping to the bushes. He made his way around the circumference hoping to find something else, but there was only more forest. The temple seemed to mark the end of the world and within its rending facade stood a door.

The door stood agape but like every other element of the temple it scared Jean. Behind him, back in civilization stood a man with a gun and a grudge. Before him an uncertain death. Those odds, as little as Jean liked them, spurred him to action.

He stepped through the door.


Today’s art is courtesy of Alexander Forssberg from Sweden.

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