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badstarShe walks slowly gazing around to take in every detail. If her footsteps make a sound, they disappear into the infinity of the cavernous hall. It is clearly daytime from the blue sky showing through the windows, some fifty feet above. And it is light inside as it should be- except that the hall is far too large to be lit only from sunlight coming through the windows, which are perhaps ten feet high and appear to run the length of the hall on either side. The windows are very large...but in contrast to the size of this hallway, they are miniscule. She looks up towards the ceiling and can't tell how high it is. It must be three hundred feet or more, and the lighting appears to get brighter higher up...but except for the windows, there are no means of lighting. Shouldn't it be darker so much farther up?
The color of the walls is a pale golden yellow, and the first twenty feet or so on either side are covered in children's artwork, much like an elementary school hallway superimposed in a cathedral. but this was neither school nor cathedral- or so it seemed.
The most curious thing about this place is the carousel animals, which are- like the hallway- of startlingly large proportions. They reach about twice as high as the windows. From what she can see, they are impeccably carved and painted. She keeps walking, stops at a horse and trails her fingers over the paint, gazing up in wonder...who created these? Where is she?
Off to the right, another hallway turns off, just like this one, except that it ends after about fifty yards. she glances around and continues straight on...this hall seems to go on forever, but then it starts to curve off to the left and ends somewhat abruptly.
In front of her are arched doorways- maybe twenty feet high but they seem disproportionally tiny here. Beyond these doors, there seems to be some sort of garden. Wandering through the doors, she can see that it's an indoor garden, lit through a transluscent white glass ceiling some fifty feet or so above her head. The light here is bright, blue-white reminding her of the light of a bitterly cold but sunny winter day at home when the ground was covered with a solid blanket of snow. But it is summertime now, and the whiteness must be artificially induced by the white glass she decides. The air here is not so still as in the hall it is cool and moist and she can now hear the sound of fountains and small waterfalls. This appears to be a very large private botanical garden. The ground is crisscrosed by stone paths skirting among trees and flowerbeds, small streams and tiny wooden footbridges.
Songbirds sing from the trees and fly overhead and she wonders if she should expect to see any other animals here. She wonders if there are any people here. After a minute or so, it dawns on her that there are ice sculptures placed around the garden...one of a wishing well stood only a few feet away. It didn't seem to be at all melted. How odd...the temperature was cool, but it was a comfortable coolness, and certainly not low enough to sustain the existance of ice. The only reasonable explaination was that it had been placed there very recently. But there was no one else here...was there?
The Dream Ends Here.
The color of the walls is a pale golden yellow, and the first twenty feet or so on either side are covered in children's artwork, much like an elementary school hallway superimposed in a cathedral. but this was neither school nor cathedral- or so it seemed.
The most curious thing about this place is the carousel animals, which are- like the hallway- of startlingly large proportions. They reach about twice as high as the windows. From what she can see, they are impeccably carved and painted. She keeps walking, stops at a horse and trails her fingers over the paint, gazing up in wonder...who created these? Where is she?
Off to the right, another hallway turns off, just like this one, except that it ends after about fifty yards. she glances around and continues straight on...this hall seems to go on forever, but then it starts to curve off to the left and ends somewhat abruptly.
In front of her are arched doorways- maybe twenty feet high but they seem disproportionally tiny here. Beyond these doors, there seems to be some sort of garden. Wandering through the doors, she can see that it's an indoor garden, lit through a transluscent white glass ceiling some fifty feet or so above her head. The light here is bright, blue-white reminding her of the light of a bitterly cold but sunny winter day at home when the ground was covered with a solid blanket of snow. But it is summertime now, and the whiteness must be artificially induced by the white glass she decides. The air here is not so still as in the hall it is cool and moist and she can now hear the sound of fountains and small waterfalls. This appears to be a very large private botanical garden. The ground is crisscrosed by stone paths skirting among trees and flowerbeds, small streams and tiny wooden footbridges.
Songbirds sing from the trees and fly overhead and she wonders if she should expect to see any other animals here. She wonders if there are any people here. After a minute or so, it dawns on her that there are ice sculptures placed around the garden...one of a wishing well stood only a few feet away. It didn't seem to be at all melted. How odd...the temperature was cool, but it was a comfortable coolness, and certainly not low enough to sustain the existance of ice. The only reasonable explaination was that it had been placed there very recently. But there was no one else here...was there?
The Dream Ends Here.
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Date: 2005-03-28 08:04 am (UTC)Damn Jabber server is down, and I need to register my AIM account with Miranda.
*sigh*