At the End of the Labyrinthine Tunnel
This is the third chapter of the historical fantasy entitled " Rhapsody of Nature ." Synopsis: The magnificent cave exhibited more than just resplendence, and the end of it dazzled the spectator... White, blue and gold were all he could see. They're everywhere, from where he stood... to the farthest his sight could reach. As he moved along, the rose petals slowly vanished, until it was very light but with a much sweeter tinge. "Seems like a big cave," he uttered in disbelief. He wanted to see more, ever-curious he has always been. The hunger, that the old man was missing, and the discomfort didn't seem to bother him at all. As he continued, the yellow frogs began making noises. One by one, they called. High pitched, each sound was like a xylophone beat. High pitches they started but the sounds slowly mellowed down. Brief moments later, the undulating notes transitioned with more texture, until both high and low notes chorused like chords. He later heard