Once upon a time, a man walking on a high mountain got suddenly his right foot stuck on something and falled. He took a look to see what it was and saw a hook. He grappled the hook and started pulling it trying to open the door made in rock bellow it and saw stairs and a darkened cave.

He thought to enter but this idea made him hesitate. He was just on the mountain for a walk he then accidently found that door on his road. He had no idea what it was neither why the door was there nor how large was the cave.

Once he was back to home, he thought about it and decided to bring with him tools that might help him in his exploration. A lighter, a torch, a pick axe. He thought it wouldn't take him longer than 1 day.

The next day he woke up early and went to the mountain bringing with him tools he needed. He knew an electric light could be for one reason or another defective.

Once arrived at the door and opened it, he took the stairs and went down beneath the road. What he saw were stalactites and stalagmites everywhere, on the floor and above.

With the light of the torch he saw how large was the cave. He also saw a place above it rays of light. He had not see it as natural opening but like it was on purpose the opening was there.

Adventurer or unconcious, he thought he was smart of him that he brought with him a pick axe. He started digging where rays of light pointed. He dug, dug and dug. He kept digging for hours and thought this would take him longer than just 1 day.

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