TESSA.002

This, is the last campfire made by John Reeves, 150 years ago. There he is. It will never be covered by sand. Father likes to keep things as they are. Some sort of last warning to others. This place doesn't really exist, and isn't on any map. But, once in a while, someone finds a way in. Four men and a woman, found the white city, over a span of thousands of years. A hero, an explorer, a navigator, a cowboy and a chemist. But none of them knew how to answer father's question. Their skin, their bones and organs have dissipated, and they are now crystallized souls. This one is my favorite. His name is Odysseus, and the funny thing is that I met him, in Greece, 3200 years ago during the Trojan War. Such a fine strategist. Anyways. I don't come here often. But today I'm taking a little break to mess around. Anything to piss off father. I've wanted to do this for a while actually. Let's have some fun.