Goldfields Writer's Group - Fictionalise an Experience

Here's hoping that this is the beginning of a return.

I joined Goldfields Writer's Group just before my holiday.
They have "homework".
This month's task:
Fictionalise something that has happened to you in the Goldfields. Word
limit is 300 words (prose or poetry acceptable).

So... as follows...

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The air was thick and foetid, and the noise loud and confusing. The floor of the dark cave alternated between slippery and sticky. The narrow exit I passed through led to an opening that was surrounded by large boulders. Some were smooth, others had much growth on them. Many were darkly coloured, seeming to hide away from the light. There were a few, however, that seemed to catch the dim light... as if they were luminescent. Many had intricate patterns drawn on, or possibly inscribed or carved into their surfaces. I dared not touch to find out, for this area screamed “Danger”.
This was such an unnatural place.
I rounded a corner and thought I could spy the prize, the reason I came here, but it was hard to see. I rounded another corner of boulders.
There: A ledge of dead wood glowed. Perhaps I could view things more clearly from there?
I pressed forward. The rocks seemed to crowd around me. Were they hiding something?
Mere metres from the ledge, I took a breath in and made my final movements. The light here was much brighter, but still unnatural... artificial.
I stood just behind the ledge and I could see almost everything.
It was exactly what I came here for.
Threads of gold... silver... copper... obsidian... stretching delicately towards mounds of gold. On top of each of these mounds, small artefacts. Rubies.
A sight to behold. A most unique place in the middle of the desert. The few who had come here before had extolled this incomparable place.

And yet, something did not feel right about this.
I was not terribly comfortable here.

It is rude to stare, so I raised my head and, with a smile, I said:
“Bundy and Coke, please.”