Myst

Tuesday The 14th of October

The trees on Myst Island are like a house of happiness. The waves lapping over the dock sounds like a storm crashing into a car. The rocket ship stands on top of a cliff like a statue of gold. The sound is like a ghostly ghoul calling my name. The path is like a roundabout that will be slippery. The house is like demons surrounding me and ready to catch me. The music is the same as the generator switches room. The floor is like a chess board with me as a chess piece. This piece of furniture is like acrobats forming into one thing. I wonder if any of those panting are hiding a secret passage way? The cog reminds me of ashes