Aztec Temple

Stumbling upon the perimeter of the temple, I knew this was the end. The end of a non-existent trail, one I have been cutting out of the jungle at a pace these gods might envy.

I felt the presence, both immediately and abruptly, as if it were a weight placed on my very conscience. Pressing all that I am into what the force would have me become; what I am not.

By the time I shook the feeling, I reached a poison fountain. What looks like fresh water is a perfectly deadly concoction of death....