Beneath a full moon glaring crimson in a strange starless sky, a huge pyramid of rough-hewn black stone loomed over the entire scene. It looked to be a mix of Mayan and Incan, and something King couldn’t place. Beyond the pyramid lay a dark jungle, lush with huge exotic plants shining black in the moonlight and rustling in a wind unfelt by King.
As King’s eyes fell on the pyramid, the song flared louder in his head. Somewhat reassured, he set out for the structure, weaving his way between large blue crystal spheres that lay scattered on the sand, something black and spiny throbbing inside of each.
Broad steps led up to the pyramid’s summit. King began to climb. Three hundred steps later, he stood at the top, sweat-soaked. Before him squatted a box-like building, barren of any markings sa
