As I flew I was deep in thought. I was not really paying attention to where I was going. The wind in my face, the feel of the air all around me, I honestly lost track of where and what I was doing. I had no set destination. So when I did stop, I had absolutely no idea how I had gotten to where I was. I had come up on a volcano. It was a highly active volcano. But it was so warm! I must have flown around the volcano a dozen times before I landed.
I had found a cave on the side of the volcano. The cave when you went inside was roughly the size of a modern house. It had little avenues that came off of the main complex. All in all though it was actually laid out kind of like a house.
