The tide had betrayed him, leaving him stranded on an impassable beach. Undeterred, he aimed to climb over Bird Rocks towards Crescent Beach and Ecola State Park, avoiding the road. But fate had other plans. A careless misstep on the cliff sent him hurtling towards the icy waters below.
With just fifteen feet to fall, the freezing depths awaited him. Miraculously, there was sand rather than jagged rocks underneath the surface of the water, sparing him from grave injury. Yet, regret gnawed at him for his thoughtless actions. Soaked and disgruntled, he retraced his steps back down the beach, in search of the uphill road leading to the hiker cabins atop Tillamook Head.
In the midst of a dense, moss-covered old growth forest, he took shelter in the cabins. The constant rain drummed on the roof as he smoked from his corn cob pipe, contemplating the Ourobori, a cluster of automata he’d built over the last six weeks.
They were out there, hungrily devouring each other, while he remained secluded in the damp green wilderness.
A yearning grew within him, a desire to return to his laptop and to finish building the machine that would revolutionize the world.
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