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蜥蜴 – Tokage – Lizard – Şopârlă – Lacerto


Aki no yoru
saigo no tokage
ishi ga naru

Autumnal evening -
the last remaining lizard
becoming a stone

Seară de toamnă -
devine piatră

Aŭtunvespero -
lastrestanta lacerto
fariĝas ŝtono

Poem & photo: Marian C. Ghilea, all rights reserved


eta - ⚔️ Night ♕ #attack, 🌘 #underground exploration ⚔️
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June 20, 5 p.m. (or at least this is my best guess) — Two days have passed since my previous log entry. I am now a prisoner of this giant underground maze. My current situation is uncertain. In case I can’t find a way out and shall die here, I hope that at least this notebook, describing the final days of my life, can be discovered and read at some point in the future by my people. Or by any people who might pass, by chance, through this place. I shall let myself go again through my latest tribulations, while my pencil will be writing down my thoughts. And so, the events that took place during this time are filling up now, one after another, these little white sheets of paper.

In the eve of June 18, sixty men from the crew of Excelsior came to the cave located near the freshly discovered gulf, carrying special torches that used whale oil and could last for…


⚔️ Battle on the ♔ #Island, 🐬 #exploration ⚔️ 🌞 for other chapters, please check the links at the end of this post 🌞
June 14, 4 p.m. — A lot of events took place since last night. My fears proved justified. Everything happened pretty much like in my dream, with the only difference that I was not present in the middle of the events, but stuck aboard Excelsior.
The king was delighted to meet our men and invited everybody to dine at his palace. The local food was much appreciated and everybody was talking happily about exchanging a part from our ship’s cargo for the cheap and omnipresent gold from the island.
Later, at around 8 p.m., the king’s daughter, a gorgeous young woman, came to the terrace where the dinner was served and began singing a song, accompanied by a group of musicians. A drunk sailor, who was returning from a toilet break, stumbled over a chair and fell on the floor. His loaded gun dropped from his belt and discharged accidentally. Nobody got hurt, but the weapon gene…

山の影 - The Mountain's Shadow

山の影 Haru no kun -
tanigawa arau
yama no kage The fragrance of spring -
fast streams wash în the valleys
the mountain's shadow Printemparomo -
akvofluoj purigas
ombron de l’monto Parfumul ierbii -
în văi, șuvoaie spală
umbra muntelui Image and poem by Marian C. Ghilea


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June 11, 10 a.m. — The weather is excellent this morning, we have a constant wind from stern and Excelsior is leaving behind a beautiful foamy trail, a temporary signature of our presence in these calm and clear waters. The dreams I had last night were unusually long and vivid. So vivid, I took them for real.
I’m relieved to see that nobody from my crew is missing in this routine and uneventful journey. In three days we are supposed to arrive at the Northern Fort, unload our cargo, then sail back and return to our naval base from the metropolis by next week. Still, the whole dream about the Island was so long, intense, and intriguing! I had the feeling I have lived in that strange world for a whole week! The story itself is worth remembering. I’d better write down everything on paper while all the details are still fresh in my memory.
11 a.m. — Time flows slowly on the deck while I fill up my notebook with the adven…


The next morning I woke up in the warm rays of the Sun, but could not stand on my feet. No sign of human presence was visible in this area, only bare mountain ridges were marking the horizon everywhere. I was surrounded by a wild, unforgiving landscape wrapped in a queer beauty. A scenery where, compared to Earth, everything seemed a bit out of place. Yet I couldn’t explain what exactly was different.
The people from the city had not followed me on this side of the river and I was relieved to see myself beyond the reach of their weapons. Perhaps they thought I had drowned in the swamp and abandoned their pursuit. I was safe from them, at least for the time being, anyway. Why would the islanders keep such a large army always ready for action, anyway? Were they afraid of an invasion from the sea? We knew so little about them!
The lack of food during the previous few days had made my body extremely weak. I was also tortured by a strong nausea and stomach cramps, probably from the ingested …