You've never seen so much NaCl in your life. It's taste is exotic in
your unfamiliarity with it. Only in tears have you tasted it before.
It should do no harm to take a little taste. You liken
it to getting a yogurt in order to better enjoy Dextrose.
You take a handful to try.
Hurk.
That was bad. Really bad.
You don't even know what you were thinking.
You are still haunted by the persisting flavour of NaCl.
The mountain, it beckons. There's just something about it
that draws your interest. Be it the unnatural qualities of the
peak itself or some underlying force drawing you to it.
You begin to scale the mount in search of the source of
it's unnatural origin. Curiosity compels you to climb further
up its salty cliffs.
For every meter that you approach the peak, a compulsion within
you urges you onward through the precarious ledges and the slippery
halite ridges covered with sand.
And as you ride higher above the clouds and the luminescent
eye, the halite stones begin shewing even further unnatural formations.
You dare not look down for fear that you have scaled hundreds if not
thousands of feet, but are lead on by the same unmistakable force.
Near the summit of the cruel mountain of halite you reach a wholly
artificial cave formation in the rock. Fine sands blow through the light wind
at this incredible height and give off the illusion of unfamiliar voices
whispering about the cliffs.
You are at a height so that the cyclopean eye that once levitated so far above
now lies behind you. No light shines in the narrow cave as your own shadow extinguishes
all light that passes through.
The feeling inside you draws you closer to the cave, but your own caution resists.
You have no desire to meet your doom in this cramped cavern. Yet it continues to beckon.
You shew no small apprehension at the thought of being drawn into this cramped cave.
What will you do?
That's right, I did a face joke, it's all downhill from here.