marlow

As the sun dipped below the horizon line, the vegetation, dense and aggressive, swallowed the last rays of light. In the midst of the Congo, there stood a man, named James, burdened with the daunting task of retracing Marlow's journey into the heart of darkness. He had been an avid reader of Joseph Conrad and had always been intrigued by the obscurities of the Congo. Now, as he stood at the onset of his own journey, he was filled with a mixture of anxiety and excitement.