A place for dreams.

Parable of the hollow. In the west, the moon descends below the horizon and takes the darkness with it. In the east, the sun rises above the mountains and brings about another dawn. I am here, somewhere in the middle; the moment in which night meets day, the civil twilight, where a grey sky transforms into blue. A forgiving breeze blows about me while cumulus clouds take shape within my reach. Standing in the sky I feel peace vibrate through me. My calmness is broken as I become conscious to the fact that I am “standing in the sky”. Looking down in panic; gravity and logic grab me and I fall! Plummeting downwards, extremities flailing, I descend into unconsciousness. Reviving into faint lucidity, I discover that I am in a cavern crafted of glaciers. A fire burns ahead of me and nought else is present except ice and shadows. From a distance, I watch the flames twist, fluid-like, coupled with the air. The logs at the base pop and splutter. A quasi-red radiance can be seen in th