I don't remember how I started descending into this dungeon. I don't remember what led me to it. Fragments of thoughts about magical objects swarm in the corners of memory, they are always different, but with black metal patterns on moonlight gold, turning into violet-blue. Something about scientific experiments with glass that were carried out here. During the last time the red-haired boy stole the key. Something about a woman whose footsteps I followed because I admired her tragic but majestic fate. Something about the dead that were buried here, and I thought I knew who they were, but now I see only their shadows around every corner. I'm scared, but I keep going.
I tried to start this path many times. There is always something here that I didn't expect. And at the same time, everything seems infinitely familiar. Something that I only recognize when I see it and then forget everything but the ghostly images that I can't describe.
There are patterned walls everywhere, covered in circles and spirals. There are secret passages and many levels. There are traps everywhere, the arrangement of which is incomprehensible to my mind. I see through them, I skilfully bypass them, but I am constantly in the dark and do not understand how I see.
Sometimes it looks like crypts, but instead of coffins, passages to the lower levels. Sometimes there are huge expanses of greenish light with stone bridges over refreshing black waters. In such places, I meet the shadows of other people. They are all looking for the same thing as me. We overcome dizzying falls, flying over abysses, to inaccessible walls. There we meet a seer in a scarlet hood, who was something very important, but now I do not remember her words.
Often I am afraid to move forward. Then I stick to familiar places. Again and again I go around the corners that become familiar. I live in them like at home. Gray cold stones covered with patterns - that's all I know and all I want. I’m scared of the unknown that is so close. Lies beyond corners where I haven't been yet. But I'm also curious. I'm drawn to the thought that there's something more out there than these patterned walls. Maybe even something that will lead me to unravel the mystery of the patterns themselves. And for me there is nothing more beautiful than these patterns, and I will go anywhere to unravel them. Their secret can be disappointing. But then I can finally leave. They won't let me go until I know. And if this is what I hope for, this journey will not be in vain. Everything I have found so far has exceeded my expectations, and I can go crazy with what lies ahead for me. So I keep going on, going deeper and deeper.
And there I found a lift that takes me through time, takes me deeper than I could imagine. And I see cosmic dust in the revealing clearings. Through the foggy veil, I see the indescribable colors of the eras when the inhabitants of this dungeon prospered. I see impossible passages opening up where gravity wouldn't let go.
I return to this dungeon in many dreams. But I won’t post my dreams here, because all of them will eventually be woven into my works.
