The voyage started on a familiar, yet unknown main street.
The voyage started on a familiar, yet unknown main street.
Its vaguely Bucharest-esque infused architecture is sparkling through the warm atmosphere.
In the distance, the shimmering calling of another street. The voyager heeds this mesmerizing signal.
He discovers a narrower street with the most bizarre shops – assorted craziness neatly put on sale.
The shifting architecture is mimicked by the quick, yet strangely smooth changes in the weather and fluctuating pedestrian presence.
The voyager takes it all in, as if it’s a natural ebb and flow of the journey.
Stepping through an archway, he has a sense of approaching the mysterious destination. The archway focuses a certain energy, like a lens.
Alas, it’s just a respite before the final leg of the journey, a welcome oasis of peace. He reflects upon the journey so far.
After finding an adjacent park, he is there – the promise of the call is now realized.
He somehow knows that he has already been here with his dearest – in another dream or another life?
He remembers that their explorations always seem to be juxtaposed upon one another, between reality and imagination. He thinks about this as he’s advancing deeper into the evening and into what seems to be an ancient, colossal, abandoned temple. There is a beckoning glow within.
Is the glow of a hidden door in the depths of the temple, a portal protected by a riddle?
He approaches the door…
Where would it lead to?
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