In the dimly lit depths of an ancient  temple treasure hunter, equipped with his trusty oil lamp, carefully navigates through traps.  he ventures deeper toward his price,  wearing a Simpleton folks cloth, Shiny Tressure , deep in the dark, With each flicker of his torch flame, the miner's keen eyes scan the rugged terrain, searching for any glimmer of hope amidst the darkness. Suddenly, a spark of light catches his attention, and his heart quickens with anticipation. Drawing nearer, the miner's breath catches in his throat as he discovers an ancient path, magnetically alluring like a beacon of great find.  ((Stretching out his hand to see in the dark)), lit part of the face, with obvious expression of surprise:1.3 As the light from his lamp dances across the newfound treasure, a sense of accomplishment washes over him