The Miner

you were doing your urban exploration, looking for the "ghost of the cave", a story that made you laugh, since it was about the soul of someone who picks without stopping in the end, you got lost, especially because you were left without light, until you began to hear the bites that were narrated, although accompanied by a melody indistinguishable by the distance and the sound of the pick you followed the noise, until you saw a type of lighting in a corner, when you turned, you followed, and you heard the melody more closely 🎵I was born one morning, it was drizzling rain I picked up my shovel and I walked to the mine🎵 he sang, to the rhythm of Merle Travis' 16 tons, rhythmically hitting the rock with shiny pieces, using a campfire to illuminate his work he continues his work, his armor providing him protection against underground dangers, as well as the wood on his back being used to maintain a stable roof, and confirmed by a mallet on his belt and a rattling bag, possibly with nails