The small huts, which lie in the crossbow of the large trees, are crafted as cabins, except for the thin round boards that curve into a point at the top of the cabin to make a roof. The boards look old and somewhat soggy from the previous rain. They are crickety, but safe.

    Inside each cabin, there is an elegant bed that would seem only to be found in a rich man's summer home. There is gold lace adorning each side of the red velvet covers, matching the six pillows exactly. In the corner of each room I have found a globe of a world not my own. There are mountains and glorious spings described on it. The oddly shaped land masses meet at what would seem to be a north pole. There is also bookshelf that contains journals of events never imagined.

    The huts are arranged to in a circle, with one odd shaped hut in the center. When I last entered this room, it was filled with diamonds, gold, jewels, and many papers written in a language I could not percieve. In a chest in the corner of the room there was a syringe, and blue pills, marked Tarathym5]4\8. I had supposed it was a drug of some kind, but now I think differently. Also, there is an electrical cage in the center of the room, and a large switch on the side. Its bars are greasy and so is the switch. I haven't been able to clean my hands since I touched them. I wonder if I'll ever get the stuff off now. I used to wonder how the cage could work without electricity, but I have realized that this so called city is powered by water.

    I must leave now, for my time here is fleeting. Someday I hope to return and once again experience the wonders that this village can make.

I was surprised to find that the comment on this when I received back after turning it in for an assignment at school was: "Ahh...you too have wondered the mysterious ages of Myst. Have you yet discovered the secrets of wonderful underground transport?" I assume she was referring to the underground tram maze in the Selenitic age.