On a path with many forks...

Day 5,425, 09:20 Published in Japan Pakistan by The Dioist

I open the hall doors and enter a candle lit cella. Settling my Pak-47 over my shoulder I gaze into the room. "Not a soul" I mutter under my breath taking a stride up to the alter place. It is not always a good thing to be alone in a Dioist Temple. "Lord Dio," I exclaimed in a hushed voice getting close to the alter, "...Let it be there where I left it!"

The alter, which was made of sandstone, rose just in front of a Donald McDonald epitaph on the wall. Laying out upon the alter was several papyrus sheets. I gently blew the sand dust off of them and I was overwhelmed with joy. "All is well!" I said as I combed over the headline... "A long time ago in a World far, far away..."