A descent into the mental jungles

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According to obscure chronicles written by the Basque explorer Lope de Aguirre, during a long expedition on through Amazonia, into the deep of the jungles, it was seen a feeble, moving shadow, followed by the sound of steps.

The march became pitiful on through the thick pluvial rainforests, but the Spanish platoon went on to explore the most they could, to take those lands in the name of the king.

The echo of the soldiers' paces was heard all along those hot and sombre immensities during a whole day with its evening:

they were lost.

The stories about the Conquistadors in Amazonia are barely known, mostly hidden rumours, often deformed by the myths...myths which hid the horrible nature of the real events, because they were too horryd to be exposed openly...narrations which only used to be whispered silently into ruinous Pyrenean, Castilian or Andalusian monasteries.

...The night was falling down, like a Griffin Vampire whose wings are as huge as the skies of Brazil

as the sombre jungles turned to deep ebony: the night...

The men had to sleep in the forests: as a bonfire was turned on, the soil was cleansed by fire, carbonizing reptiles and insects...the silvery armours were set around such a magical fortress in the night.

In the night..?

In the night

yes.

Meanwhile, from the 660.066 dark entries of the jungle at night, one thousand eyes observed from the most absolute blackness.

During their feverish sleep, the Aguirre's men thought they heard nougat whispers in their ears, whispers they couldn't understand...

in their sleep they aurally envisioned voices of guttural repugnance: the 1.000 narcotic essences of the aïr did sink them into a lucyd voyage by obscure zones, where the limits of reality, reverie and perception were mixed ad infinitum.

Realms of fever, of oversaturated humidity, realms at the boundaries of a strange world.

Because that night, the navel of the moon emitted thin rays of white light, which were magically filtered through the impenetrable top of the trees.

Some of the soldiers said they saw beings around the fire, beholding them in

dreams?

Not human, neither apes.

No-one was sure if the visions were real or dream, they never were sure.

Since that night, the mental health of Aguirre started losing equilibrium.

But here, the story breaks on itself, into deviated darkness entries.