The blaze will only burn the eyes of those who stare, yet they will not be known as the blind.
Be cautious of your dismissal for fire is coming.
Mighty beasts of ancient stature stalk the halls, their forms comprised of designs ever fluctuating.
By the light of one room the bust of a lion may perch upon the carapace of a crustacean born from the depths.
Yet by the glow of a dying candle may glint fangs of a wolf protruding from the bulk of a boar.
Only the eyes would suggest these creatures were one in the same.
Dark voids ever famished.
The water lapped at my shoulders, my arms tiring. I looked up at them, unsure of what they were capable of.
I could barely hear anything over the sound of the paper as is cracked and shouted in the soft breeze. Such a din was caused that I almost missed their words…
The cold glass rung out in response to my tapping fingers as I looked out.
It curved upwards and around me, contorting my sight.
Something tangible but hidden met my fingers…
Strange to the touch yet oddly familiar.
The trickle of water was a soothing answer to the harsh wailing of the wind.
A delicate repeating pattern of sublime jumbled rhythms, it would be hard to feel uneasy here.
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Peeling back the tape, they found their gaze falling on an impossibility. An endless expanse in all direction. Such wonders and terrors seemed to call out to them, but neither knew how they should respond.
You are part of this world, not above it and not below it.
You do not move through it.
You do not conquer it.
You are part of this world.