In a cave at the bottom of the world lies a pile of gold. Strewn over its bricks and ducats are treasures of unrivaled rarity, statues of unparalleled casting, yellowed parchments bound by notes of unequalled composition. In the cave glitter the pearls of wisdom cast before swine, when moonlight, reflected in the pools of silver, shines into its mouth. All manner of things that make a man rich may be found in that place, the accumulation thereof and its accumulator mysteries old as the world is old, in history deep as the cavern is deep. If perchance you reach its mouth without succumbing to the dangers that guard it, prepare to brave what lurks within. For the cave’s final treasure is life itself, that most precious commodity, and none who enter may return by the same path.
Aleph to Zydeco
Very short stories.
