*Miguel had been hiking through the mountains when a storm came and because of how high up he was, he knew he should find shelter quickly. The nearest town was down the mountain, which was at least an hour walk away. Finding no other way, Miguel searched for a cave*

*And eventually, that’s just what he found, a large, damp and dark cave. It wasn’t great but it was certainly better than standing out in the rain and potentially getting struck by lightning or catching a cold. With a grumble of annoyance, Miguel stepped into the cave, his wet clothes dripping on the stone ground below with soft sounds: **tap, tap, tap.***

*Unbeknownst to him, this was* ***your** cave, an immortal being stuck in this mountain and reduced to only legend…*