3As we departed from our familiar homes into the exposed chaos of the urban jungle I looked back over my shoulder. The sights and smells of a life led in the ordinary pulled at my heart strings, beckoning my immediate return. With a longing look back at the sanctuary of my normal life, I turned and joined my companion, to journey into the faceless midnight void.
And so we left, my companion setting a brisk pace, speaking of the wonders we may encounter. I walked at his side, pondering what I had left behind. The trappings of society intertwined with the pleasures of a comfortable life. As we departed, others who had been hesitant at first to disembark on a distant quest, hurried to join. Our group enhanced to four we journeyed onward.
As we made our pilgrimage, our leader, a man of fair temper and complexion and whom I had thought a man of values. As we traced a weary path along the concrete catacombs, his path strayed from our own. His deviation into decadence left me hesitant as he succumbed to the temptations of the flesh. My own virtue seemed stained from his filth, and so the remainder ventured forth.
Our leader soon returned and led again. Paths diverged in the chaos the industrial sprawl. Dissonance was soon to be had and our group was split, two by two. I remained true to our leader, strange as he was. Our leader's way proved to be the strongest and once again our path was clear. The two parties became one again, as the fearful filled with confidence once again. Time fell away in great swaths as the miles passed beneath our feet.
Obstacles arose and fear grew in our party. An obstruction of wire and steel prevented our passage across a ditch filled with moisture and decay. Confidence in our leader faltered and the two who had so hurried to join us before now left us with no reservation. Naively, I remained faithful to our leader.
My leader's skill is to be lauded, as he emerged without incident on the other side of the raging canyon of aquatic fury. I however, was not so fortunate. Scraped and sore from my escapade through the chain links, I stumbled across the slippery slime covered illusionary rock path that led to the other side. My footing left me and I was soon swept away in a fury of treacherous undertow.
I was able however to struggle my way to the shore, sputtering the oily waters of the urban jungle. My leader gave me a wary look, no doubt questioning my ability in his mind. Nonetheless we continued. After a many wayward mile, we reached our destination, our disembarkation.