Nothing exists, save empty space and you. And you... are but a thought

historical image unavailable Ben felt like a man with a chest full of treasure. Hot wet jewels. Palpitating doubloons. Warm golden breath and silver shivers going up and down, up and down. Riches beyond all measure. That didn't stop him feeling anxious as he rode on the top deck and watched the houses and gardens flick past. Treasure can be lost or stolen. What if it isn't meant to be yours? What if it's so seductive and dangerous that it shouldn't be played with in the first place? What if it is cursed?