The Mayan ceremonial dagger had an inscription in the ancient language that read: "Offer thy heart". It's obviously an instruction left by the past inhabitants of this forgotten place, but who would be stupid enough to stab himself in the heart with a rusty old knife found inside a tombstone? After activating my battery pack the dagger shimmers brightly in a cyan light, the creatures are coming, I can hear their steps. 'It's do or die.'
Tom felt as though the sculpture beckoned him and he couldn't resist anymore. He took a couple hesitant steps and placed himself at a respectful distance in front of the object of his adoration.
The stony man besides her stood proud and he had the looks of a well seasoned warrior. Tom didn't know why but just looking at him scared every fiber on his body, it made him feel as though he was an affair partner getting caught.
All the love the lady inspired on Tom, all the beauty, the elegance, everything good about the lady reflected on the sculpture of the man besides her in the perfect opposite making Tom feel an abject revulsion towards him. Where the woman looked lively and kind, he looked cold and unforgiving.
For just a minute he hesitated and lost himself in the eyes of the lady that seemed to beg for a kiss.
"Just one kiss..." Said Tom, his voice muffled by the dissonant choir of infighting occurring just behind him.