Lost Continent
Chapter IV
The River
23rd July
9pm
Rye Wax
Lost Continent.
A rumoured land, denied by judges, doctors and those right honourable members of parliament who, under the cover of darkness, descend to musty cellars amongst those illustrious cities across the world that lead the way in scientific discoveries, philosophical learning and esoteric secret societies. Where upon they change their tunes considerably. A bottle washes ashore containing a hand written missive from a stowaway who claims to be adrift upon the very place, those same community leaders declare it a fraud, though it seems to disappear into those locked rooms of study faster than maybe it should.
This is the fourth chapter of twelve, they have made it this far, who would turn back now? Surely only those least resolute of men. But first, they must construct their own craft to proceed onwards upon the river they have stumbled upon, barring their progress through the forest. The waters they are to navigate are at once clear and clean and yet dark and obscure, flashes of silver flicker in the depths, at night some claim to have seen coloured lights far upstream where there can only be the fastest flowing currents. Once upon the raft, these claims are replaced with those of lights moving through the trees, ahead, behind, sometimes even keeping pace alongside the expedition. Those most scientific men on the expedition dismiss the claims and reassure the others, but those on watch duty soon find themselves un-spokenly reinforced.
They have emerged from the first trek through the interior, unscathed and inspired until they see what lies in wait. It is a shame they have had to leave their vessel at the shore, as they stumble from the trees and onto the banks of a river that seems as vast as any sea.
“It is said that the soul travels at the speed of a camel, so you must not travel too fast and lose touch with your soul. No, you must find the currents in life that allow you to arrive at the same time and together. Otherwise who knows what will arrive instead?”
Anon.
An epic journey soundtracked across the divide of time by just two men (known to their contemporaries as Alex Egan & Benedict Bull), where only the wildest evocation of sounds and space could do the tale justice. It will be a trip to echo that which went before. The first few of those attending will receive an auditory document of the event as well…
