“Look,” she said.
At one end of the hollow space, a second door was visible, very similar to the one we’d used to climb into the tree: it was low-arched, wooden, with a large round doorknob.
I crawled toward it, pushing some of the grass aside as I did. I took hold of the doorknob, turned it, and pushed the door open. Light spilling out from the hollow revealed a dark tunnel marked by cage-like sconces containing darkened bulbs.
“Where are we?” asked Sailor.
“I don’t know,” I said, “but if feels familiar.”
I crawled in. Sailor followed me. Once clear of the door, we crawled along the tunnel, which opened up so that there was enough space for us to walk upright along a smooth concrete passageway. The lights lining the corridor flickered on in their sconces.
It didn’t occur to me that someone knew we were there, and flipped a switch. I felt oddly comfortable in the passageway, the same way one feels when visiting the home of an old friend. It was then that I remembered Sailor’s family had vacationed in these mountains years before. We walked slowly, side by side.
“Do you know anything about this tunnel,” I asked quietly as we walked, “Does local lore say anything about it?”
“An old story says one of these mountain peaks contains a hidden volcanic lake with a giant ship floating on it. According to the story, a magician lives inside the ship…”
“Not by chance the same magician who built this..?”
I pointed. The passageway plunged deep into the mountain. As the lights grew further from us they appeared smaller, closer together, a strand of bright yellow points that vanished at an inestimable distance, deep inside the mountain.
Sailor pointed to the floor. Perhaps fifteen feet ahead of us walked a cricket, inching its way along, as if acting as our guide. The cricket was a vivid, shiny red. Enchanted, we walked faster to get a closer look. We heard the click of the cricket’s feet on the concrete, and saw that it was in fact a tiny robot, its metal limbs painted with the smooth red enamel. The cricket jumped, keeping its position ahead of us, not letting us close too much distance.
Echoing sound gradually filled the corridor. I recognized the same warped, high melody we’d heard in the forest just before the wind and the rain had drowned it out. Sailor and I were astonished that the cricket’s body could produce music of such amplitude and detail.