(3 of 6 of Seven Star Park)
Two middle-aged women - probably of the Zhuang - sing what seems to be a traditional folk song to an erhu played by an elderly man at the mouth of the cave. Their voices float down with the rain - now slightly heavier - into the dense foliage below, making it sound otherworldly. Like the songs of forest spirits, beckoning to the adventurous. Luring them deeper and deeper into their world. Never to return.
He plunges into the blackness of the cave and the voices of the tour guides with their gullible sheep are replaced by the sound of deathly silence. Here, in the netherworld, Darkness is not just the absence of light. It's a living entity on its own. Here, in the world of shadows.
He plunges into the blackness of the cave and the voices of the tour guides with their gullible sheep are replaced by the sound of deathly silence. Here, in the netherworld, Darkness is not just the absence of light. It's a living entity on its own. Here, in the world of shadows.
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