She was lost in the nebulous dunes of a large landscape. Dit
it look truly that big or was it just her imagination whispering her of a vast,
unendless empire. Who was to say? Not her daddy anymore because he had... Oh my
god, did she not see aunt Alice now and her sister Marie, my grandmother,
standing on the top of that cliff some hundred yards further? I must be going
slightly mad... And what's more they never did get along. No, I really need
some water to vivify my spirit. "Ah, that must be a cave!" It seemed
ever so evident as it was unrealistic. Milena entered a hole that was hewn in
the side of the mountainous wall. Of course it was dark but in the distance she
could remark a faint light as was it the oil lamp of Aladdin himself. Upon
making a few steps forward it occured to her quickly that that thought was not
far off at all. But not any material treasure could compare to the tremendous
richness that provided the mass of stalactites and stalagmites she witnessed in
there now. "Drip, drip, drip," the dripping minerals had made a trail
of water leading down in the cave. That must be the path to an underground
compartment, the young aristocrat woman thought by herself. It seemed easy to
see and follow but not to walk. Milena's curiosity won however and she started the
journey. Due to the water and a peculiar sort of dust, the path had a slippery
soil. In no time she had already stumbled a couple of times and only the high
stone rocks had prevented her from falling hard. Yet she persisted. And it
payed off because after a while, some twenty minutes, she saw the energy of the
light really becoming strong. It had only brought her so far by growing clearer
with every step she had taken. But the sight of what she now witnessed
surpassed limitless her greatest imagination.
This place resembled a magic well! Millions of little flies
were enlightening the rocky flanks that surrounded an oval crater filled with
dark water. As magic as it seemed it was also a place of contrast, of dark and
light. Milena didn't quite feel at home here but she was puzzled by this dark
beauty. It grew overwhelming. There was a stark attraction coming from the
water which she almost could not avoid. She strongly felt the urge to bathe
naked in that pool. This seemed strange although she had already felt naked all
the time she was in this... dream. Suddenly there occured a rimple in the
middle of the well, slowly spreading out to the stone banks. As she focused her
look on the opposite side she could distinguish someone. There was a person she
guessed was a male sitting on a bench-like rock. He had a capuchon over his
head and sat bent forward with something that looked like an old piece of rope
in his right hand. The man resembled a pilgrim with his sandals and loose
habit. "Hello!" Milena shouted. Some bats responded shrieking and
flew away clapping from their well hidden spot somewhere high in the wall of
the cave. She heard the echo of her own voice maybe seven times repeating
itself. But the person didn't look up. It's as he's in a trance, she thought.
I'd better leave that man alone. The event however had cut her loose from the
weird attraction she had felt when arriving at the well. Suddenly the magic had
gone and she realised it was better to leave before this place could take back
its grip on her.
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