The Castle Plan
A young tourist went into an old castle for site seen,
he became fascinated by the antique structure, the Gothic sculptures and the beautiful renaissance paintings hanging on the stone walls, artistically.
Some people moved in groups around tour guides, while others sat in the entrance hall majestically.
he took memorable pictures along the way, but got carried away by the multitude of people he had seen on his way in,
Interactively,
As he ventured deeper in curiosity, the lights became dimmer in visibility then the tranquillity of his mind grew shallow in inquisitiveness, gradually.
So he decided to abort his mission and return back to a common room, he turned around confidently but found himself still facing the same direction surprisingly.
It was at that moment, he realised he was now missing both in his dreams and also in reality as well, certainly.
Afterwards he tried to retrace his step from myths back to legend but his road map had become outdated hence the company of voices he once relied on while coming in, now sounded like mere rumours, on his way out, practically.
He scrolled through the pictures he had captured, although they all looked different initially but had now broken out through the thick walls, because all the stones looked the same in preview and his uncertainty had set them free in review, unfortunately.
He called out for help but his voice echoed reflectively around the concave mirrors of his mind in frequencies, repeatedly.
He began living a past life suddenly, trying to recall events because even the present time, had escaped his consciousness, relatively,
the only way forward for him presently, was to head backwards futuristically.
Since he did not have the plan 2 the castle, he made a plan out of the castle, by using two old stones, to start a fire, like a cave man, evolutionarily.
Thereafter he was crowned the king of the castle assumably because the tour guides began tracing the smoke immediately,
for they feared that the throne was about to be set on fire accidentally,
Finally the tourist was excavated out of the past into a present time frame, for "the stone that the builders rejected, had become the chief corner stone of the building" comprehensively...
The End...
Copyright © Phillips Nathaniel Man | Year Posted 2021
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