Michel Anderson P.O.V***
The rest of the ride went silent.
This place has also been furrowed by the helicopters but up to some limits obviously...
The canoe advanced to this level where the water continued to expand, but covered with rocks, as if it was a thick marshy cave.
Said cave extended for kilometers and could only be accessed by canoe, while lowering your head so as not to collide.
This was easy for the dwarf, but not for the tall Michel Anderson, I am.
We entered the great dark cave.
Head down, I followed the stranger's instructions to the letter.
I only lifted it 20 minutes later, at the level of the lake where the thickness of the cave is shrunk and now raised several meters above our heads.
Races of flowers I had never seen hanging from the heights of the ceiling of th
