Miner Willy followed the trail of his mysterious friend (or foe) deep into the mine. The path was followed by the constant waves of sharp wind. Willy found himself soon in a slippery area, surrounded by icy platform. Only the sound of creaks of the distant conveyor belt were left for willy to hear. Unbelievable light came from within a gap in the ice, lighting the room.

"God damn it!" Cried Willy as his look passed across the room. Not seeing the one he followed, he kept sliding on the floor.

"Hey, pssst!" Willy heard a whisper in the ice. Approaching the source of the voice he saw a strange-looking room down, full of different kinds of whathever they were. Stunned by the fear, Willy continued throughout the room.

The landscape was brilliant, ice and glacier paths in this cavern were amazing. The path led to a certain thin-ice platform, but soon, Willy heard the voice of the man again.

"Willy... Willy... Follow your imagination... Follow... Willy!" The voice was not scary at all, but all combined together, meant nothing.

"Who are you?" Said Willy gently as he passed the thin-ice.

"I am the one you follow now... Come..." Said the voice.

Willy climbed another ledge, approaching a strange inscription:

"Strange looks this tale to thee,

inscription, this text you see,

listen to old master talking,

he will guide you on your walking.

Come to us, oh miner brave,

don't let this place be your grave,

follow tracks now here and there,

to come to the Eugen's lair."

Willy read the inscription a few times, surprised by its mystery and curiously, he looked after the voice again.

"So some man named Eugen is awaiting for me, and I... Well, what on earth is that?" Willy said and then shouted upon seeing a strange picture of ice cubes falling from the ceiling. He proceeded more and more until he reached a clearing.

Glacier was all over the place. Slippery floor and shiny light came from the distant place on another ledge. The ice was still falling down. Willy guessed that the ceiling dropping down was usual occurance for this unstable and extremely cold cavern.

"God damn them! I am freezing." Said Willy as he sneaked on the slippery floor. He walked farther and farther as his feet in the leather boots were still unsurely stepping on the cold cavern floor.

"This room's got to have a purpose, why holding so much ice here..." He proceeded and upon hearing a slight reflection of sound of penguins he jumped up. Soon, after a few meters, he arrived at a melting spot. The ice was hiding a metal box with some unseen contraptions. Willy certainly couldn't observe more, as he was pulled down by a slippery path.

Falling down the slippery track, Willy prayed for a soft ground down there.

To be continued...